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Copyright 1898, 1899, 1904 and 1907 
by John f. bair 



[O my dear, faithful wife, 
who has nobly stood by 
me amid my greatest trials, 
and has been my greatest 
source of earthly comfort, 
this volume is affection- 
ately dedicated 


part first 

An old bluff 35 

A voice from hell 36 

A pastor's lament 48 

A sermon to children 98 

A tale of two horses concerning their tails 114 

A cricket's song to me 117 

As mean a man as lives 119 

An old time spelling bee 129 

A false alarm 143 

After the North Wind goes 153 

Aunt Fanny Albright 171 

A season of joy 182 

An evening of the Glorious Fourth 191 

A visit to the scene of boyhood days 196 

Ben Warren 23 

By keeping at it 28 

Be not weary in well doing 123 

Behold the Bridegroom cometh 165 

Benediction 215 

Chestnut hunting 40 

Come bow before Gods throne 114 

Cast thy burden on the Lord 143 

Captured by the Indians 148 

Charlie's opinion of himself 180 

Do not neglect the little ones 158 

Drucilla 218 

Economy 207 

Father, give me strength 67 

For me to live is Christ 89 

Fill me with thy spirit, Lord 90 

Feeding the five thousand 112 

Glad tidings 83 

Go forth and teach 100 

Guilty I stand 129 

Go to the ant 193 


How Squire Clawson's cook turned the joke on him. . . 53 

He would not be outwitted 85 

He is worthy 124 

His grace is free to all 126 

He saw him smile at last 131 

How toil and patience won 136 

How they cheer 168 

How foolish 215 

n memory of Isaac W. Wentzel 47 

n memory of a faithful pastor 62 

ncrease our faith 68 

'11 give up all for Jesus' sake 69 

n Gethsemane 80 

'11 fix my eyes on Jesus 82 

n the old Thomas school house, 1873 84 

n the orchard 97 

know, for I have been there 106 

go, but I will come again 123 

looked toward Mount Zion 125 

live to thee, my Savior 141 

am unworthy to speak his name 161 

live to Christ, my Savior 165 

love thy precious name, O Lord 175 

'd like to be a gentleman 187 

wish I were a lady 188 

ndependence Day 190 

want to be rich 200 

n memory of Rev. Cyrus R. Dieff enbacher, D. D 42 

Jesus, send thy light 45 

Jesus, friend of sinners , 62 

Jesus 92 

James takes a bicycle ride 95 

Jesus reigns 142 

Jesus, my only strength 162 

Jesus at the house of Simon, the Pharisee 169 

Jessie's choice 204 

Lead me, Savior 44 

Lift up your voices 81 

Let thy spirit on us fall 126 

Lord, lift up thy countenance upon us 127 

Let thy light shine in my heart 140 

Let us to the Lord return 140 

Leah 146 

Lord, give me grace 177 

Little Stars 194 

Little dew-drops 195 

Little children, speak kindly 1 98 

Mary's porcupine 40 

Mother 56 

My eyes have seen thy glory 68 

Made and broken 79 

My choice 80 

My old home 88 

My God, in whom I trust 91 

My gift to Jesus 138 

Money did not grow on trees 299 

Night 69 

Nearer to thee, O Lord 180 

Old Jim Brown 21 

Our refuge 38 

Old widow Jallow 60 

Our help is in the name of the Lord 61 

On a tare 70 

O'er my sins I mourn 81 

On the way to Emmaus 104 

Our Little Raymond 215 

Prayer for closing of religious services 73 

Rejoice in the Lord always Ill 

Song of the Loyalhanna 50 

Save me ere I sink 101 

Song of Jack's Creek 102 

Savior, receive our thanks 110 

Savior, I implore thee 113 

Seek those things, which are above 139 

Savior, visit our home circle 162 

Shoo! 179 

The living stream 27 

The temptation of Jesus 29 

The pest of Pipetown 32 

Treasures in heaven 34 

The beautiful land 39 

The persecuted pastor 52 

The gorilla and the armadillo 54 

To the memory of Cousin Laura 55 

The old Harrold Church 59 

The twenty-third psalm 63 

The boy, the teacher, and the pin 64 

The brook in which I used to fish 65 

The best name 72 

The prisoner's sad tale 74 

The condemned murderer 78 

The defrauder 89 

The country boys and their bicycle 93 

The many mansions 99 


To Henry Kimball 108 

The head of the Church 109 

The fields are white for harvest 113 

The transfiguration 121 

Those gates are open all the day 127 

To a wild turkey 133 

The equinoctial storm 134 

The little white house and the old coal pit 135 

Thou art with me in tribulation 142 

The moon 152 

To Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 153 

The beautiful character 155 

The gloomy raven and the cheerful bluebird 156 

The 13th day of April, 1907 159 

The reward of liberal giving 160 

This world a battle field 163 

The old oak in the meadow 167 

To George Washington 169 

To the class of 1907, Underwood High School 172 

There is a home beyond the grave 175 

There is a fountain from which blood 176 

The love of Christ eonstraineth me 177 

To an apple blossom 178 

The frog and the torn cat 181 

The wise rat and the conceited mouse 182 

There free from barm am 1 184 

The boy at the wood pile 185 

The children at play 186 

The old liberty bell 191 

That naughty little honey bee 192 

The blackbird and the cat 195 

To a ground squirrel 197 

The boy and the turtle 201 

The dog did the tasting 201 

The wreck of the Columbia 202 

Too tired to write 208 

The lovely robin 208 

To a lazy tramp 209 

The old harvest apple tree 211 

The burning of Hannastown 211 

Uncle Sam must pay the cost 166 

Uncle Jeff's first trip to Oakford 206 

Where shall I spend eternity 31 

Wilson Whisky, that's all 46 

When heavy trials come 72 

Where the saints rest 73 

Which would you choose to be like? 92 


Work for Jesus 100 

What are we? Ill 

When Brown and White got tight 122 

We love him because be first loved us 128 

When Jesus was a little child 138 

Why I love Jesus 139 

What mamma's kiss oan do 145 

Win the crown of life 164 

Widow's row 180 

Who moves in good society? 199 

You'd be one too 189 


Part Seconb 

A Meyersdale romance 332 

Autumn 306 

A song of F. and M. freshmen 309 

Adventures of the hog and gobbler 352 

A happy thought 355 

A soldier boy's farewell to his mother 377 

A distinguished regiment 378 

A tribute to 'the heroes of the Spanish-American War. . 384 

A Mercersburg romance 410 

A review of Rudyard Kipling's poem, "The King" 418 

A faithful child of God 420 

A Meyerstown elopement 433 

A preacher has an easy time 457 

A country boy 468 

Awake, thou sleeping one 527 

Arise my soul, be strong and fight 532 

Awake, arise and watch and pray 543 

Arise young children of the cross 557 

Around the table with the twelve 563 

At the right hand of the Father 568 

Angel hosts came to the earth 578 

Awake, the time is coming 600 

As pants the Hart after the brook 615 

Beyond the grave I see a light 412 

Burial of President McKinley 416 

Behold the Lamb of God 419 

Behold before the throne of God 484 

Blessed are the pure in heart 487 

Blessed are they who die 498 

Beneath the load of sin I fall 528 

Beyond dark Jordan's flood there lies 538 

Blessed is he that cometh ; 559 

By faith my Lord and King I see 569 

Blessed Savior, dear Redeemer 573 

Behold the fountain on Calvary 585 


Before thy holy altar Lord 599 

Charlie at the farm 342 

Company I from start to finish 381 

Columbia (Acrostic^ 466 

Come thou Lord Jesus bless 482 

Come unto me ye who are faint and weak 488 

Come thou O Lord, with us abide 507 

Christ my Lord enthroned on high 511 

Christ upon the cross did die 582 

Come ye people now and let us 601 

Dear Old Pittsburg 295 

Don't you think so 350 

Dot gobbler 355 

Dewey's victory 374 

Death of President McKinley 415 

Distress of soul 436 

Day after day my song 534 

Firmly stand 470 

Fly away trouble 479 

From heathen plunged in misery 493 

Father, I journey here below 513 

From Calv'ry's mount there flowed one day 532 

Far away from home am I 536 

From the blessed Rock of Ages 538 

Father in heaven hear us 546 

From morn till eve I'm tossed about 564 

Father draw us close to thee 571 

Far away the helpless heathen 618 

General Rutherford B. Hayes 393 

Golden moments 411 

God bless the day on which I came 547 

Give thanks unto the Lord 550 

God my Father, God most high 570 

Glorious is thy throne O Lord 575 

Guide me Heavenly Father, guide me 592 

Give me, O God, a heart so pure 596 

Go ye therefore forth and teach 613 

He might have known it 351 

How Lucy's husband came home 357 

Her last trip with the jug 367 

Hope's vision 425 

Harvest time 440 

How she felt 469 

How sweet it is to be alone 499 

Have mercy upon me, O Lord 509 

Help me O Lord from day to day 517 

How precious in the sight of God 541 

How sweet the song the angels sang 542 

Hail, thou blessed Christmas season 576 

Heavenly Father 579 

Humbly at thy throne O Savior 580 

Holy Spirit from on high 597 

Hail thou National Thanksgiving 601 

Hear the loving Savior calling 606 

'm shelved because I'm old 446 

f every preacher's wife were like mine 447 

t is I, be not afraid , 456 

should think so 350 

heard a voice from heaven say 483 

'm nearing the place where the saints of God meet. . 492 

am the bread of life 492 

've wandered Lord from thee 494 

hear thee Jesus say 496 

n the Dark Continent 498 

n the straight and narrow way 505 

love to tell of my Savior's love 505 

saw upon the throne of God 512 

n deep despair I come to thee 5 16 

've wandered far away but now 531 

n Jesus I have a true friend 551 

n my Father's house on high 55 4 

f I make my bed in Hades 559 

come to thee dear Lord 561 

n the silent dead of night 577 

am saved by Jesus' blood 587 

love the church which bears the name 588 

will glory in the cross 600 

Just what he wanted 337 

Jerry McCall and his perpetual motion 400 

James Abram Garfield (Acrostic) 426 

Jake Stouffer's courtship and proposal 450 

Jesus my ever faithful guide 483 

Jesus is waiting with arms open wide 503 

Jesus, Savior, loving friend 519 

Jesus, guide me by thy 'hand 520 

Jesus reigns, he reigns in glory 525 

Jesus, my Refuge and my Rock 530 

Jesus died to save poor sinners 531 

Jesus exalted high above 539 

Jesus the Prince of peace was born '. 540 

Jesus thy mercy hath no bound 544 

Jesus my Lord on thee I lean 548 

Jesus my cross I'll bear 553 

Jesus Savior blest Rdeemer 565 


Jesus who from thy bright home came 566 

Jesus died our souls to save 570 

Jesus I rest in thee 581 

Jesus Christ has ascended on high 586 

Jesus mighty King, we praise thee 589 

Jesus my Lord I rest 589 

Jesus man of sorrows, who 590 

Jesus leads me safely leads me 593 

Jesus on thee I lean 610 

Jesus when trials heavy press 615 

Jesus guide me in the pathway 616 

Long ago 345 

Leave that crepe upon that door 363 

Lord I bow in meek submission 485 

Let not your heart be troubled, ye 486 

Lord, I'm impure and vile within 490 

Lord, I've wandered far from thee 502 

Lord r I put my trust in thee 508 

Lord, the remembrance of my sin 510 

Lord, at thy feet I humbly bow 511 

Lord, like the sheep which went astray 521 

Lord, the hosts of Satan seek 521 

Lord, I belong to thee 524 

Let nations sing forever 529 

Like a sheep from the fold, which had wandered 534 

Lord, at thy feet I fall 537 

Lord, with a broken heart 556 

Lord, teach me how to live 558 

Lord 'tis my heart's desire 562 

Lift up your hearts in grateful praise 567 

Little children seek the Lord 587 

Long years ago at God's right hand 590 

Lord when temptations sorely press 598 

Lord, to thy arms I flee 604 

May Maxwell 299 

My visit to Luxury Land 387 

Margery's peril 417 

My good old pipe of clay 414 

My mother's favorite hymn 431 

My sins, O Lord, all weigh me down 495 

My praise shall be to thee 496 

My heavenly home 500 

My soul thirsteth for thee 572 

My soul doth magnify the Lord 591 

My God accept the vows I make 595 

My heavy load of sin 618 

Nothing in it 350 


No longer crowned with thorns, but now 516 

Not far away but very near 614 

Only a boarder 322 

Only a student 323 

Once the Devil got on top 365 

Old Uncle Dan 427 

O blessed Spirit heavenly dove 489 

O Father glorify Thou me 486 

O Lord, my God, turn not away 510 

Out of the depths of sin 514 

O'erwhelmed with grief I come to thee 514 

O blessed Jesus, Holy Light 519 

O Lord have mercy now upon 522 

On Pisgah's height I take my stand 523 

O Lord, the hosts of Satan now 528 

O Lord, my God. most merciful 533 

O blest Messiah, heavenly King 540 

O Jesus, Savior, can it be 543 

O Lord, I weep when I recall 549 

O Holy Spirit, Comforter 551 

O Lord, from me do not depart 553 

Once I wandered away from my kind Father's house. . 555 

O sacred Rock, to thee I cling 557 

O glorious day on which our Lord 560 

O Christ, thou art the cornerstone 561 

O God most merciful 564 

O Lord, open our eyes that we 565 

O Father, hear the plea 560 

Omniscient God enthroned on high 568 

O who will go and bear the Word 574 

O Lord, we have waited for thee 576 

On that glorious Easter morning 596 

O Lord my soul is filled with grief 602 

O Savior, let me come to thee 603 

O my soul, look up to heaven 604 

One by one the souls are fleeing .... % 605 

O Jesus, Shepherd, tenderly 606 

On the night of the betrayal 60S 

Poor, wretched sinner that I am 509 

Praise ye the Lord most high 515 

Paul and Silas once were cast 611 

Rain and sunshine : 348 

Spring cannot be far away 304 

Summer 305 

Simon of Cyrene 330 

Stand firm for Christ your Savior 526 

Sacred is thy name, O Lord 549 


Straight is the path, narrow the way 569 

Savior, Almighty friend 577 

Savior divine, thy name I love 579 

See the crimson flood now flowing 594 

Savior, bow down thine ear 616 

The Johnstown flood 297 

The indiscreet old farmer 311 

The legend of the old mansion 314 

The assassination of Post Master Baker 328 

To the memory of Hugh McAllister Beaver 329 

The old forsaken saw-mill 332 

The coal miner's boy 335 

The three precious Jewels 339 

The little boy and girl of Barlow 351 

The monstrous family 354 

The rumseller's dream 360 

The modern Paul and Elymas 367 

The Devil's day 371 

The battle cry, Freedom for Cuba 376 

The rise and fall of Spain's power in America 385 

The youth of Gad'ara 395 

The little dusky diamond hero 403 

The good old Catechetical method 409 

To the memory of Col. A. L. Hawkins 413 

The assassinnation of President McKinley 414 

The girl I met five years ago 420 

The passing of the nineteenth century 429 

The Jr. O. U. A. M 437 

The bees 439 

The happy twin brother and sister 441 

To our martyr President, William McKinley 445 

Two pictures of life 449 

The old year 449 

The Books of the Bible, Old Testament 458 

The books of the Bible, New Testament 459 

Things that I love to do and see 459 

The two girls whom James Conner whipped 460 

The would be boys 463 

The man with the drawn sword 467 

The Spirit of George Washington 471 

The Plague 472 

The Parson's visit 476 

The call from the West 478 

To General U. S. Grant 480 

To thee, O God, my voice I'll raise 489 

The sweetest of all names to me 491 

'Tis night and in Gethsemane 494 


To this blest feast we come 502 

Thou art the Christ, the solid Rock 504 

To that Rock, that Rock of ages 512 

There is a happy home above 518 

The precious blood of Jesus 537 

Thou Lord art good and well I know 544 

There's a beautiful land where my Savior now dwells. 545 

Thy precious word, O Lord 555 

Thanksgiving 572 

Tender Shepherd, loving Savior 573 

There is a home above 581 

To the mount of Calvary 581 

The Savior of mankind proclaimed 593 

Thy saints, O Lord, give praise to thee 597 

Thy Word, O Lord, is truth, 'tis power 598 

'Twas midnight and a cry was heard 609 

'Tis joy, sweet joy to know 617 

Them days have long gone by 473 

Upon the cross my Savior 502 

Winter 308 

Will not buy a pump for his cistern or well 327 

Where I have been, what I have done and who I am. . 361 

What the two words mean 370 

When the Tenth comes marching home 3S0 

Wash day 465 

Welcome, O sunshine 479 

When the Son of man in glory 497 

When life's fierce waves around me roll 501 

When the Lord shall come in glory 506 

Would that I had a voice, O God 524 

With the fierce waves that toil upon the sea 527 

When plunged in misery and woe 535 

When Jesus our Lord journeyed upon earth 546 

When upon the clouds of heaven 552 

When I have finished my mission on earth 574 

We bid the parting year farewell 583 

When my heart is filled with gladness 583 

When storms around me fiercely rage 585 

When the trump of God shall sound 605 

When our Lord had finished speaking 610 

When I arrive at the river's brink 612 

While the multitude of people 613 

With lowly, contrite hearts, O Lord 617 

You may go there too 344 


part Gbtrfc 

Chapter. Page. 

I. Introduction 623 

II. Captain Mitchell's plan 634 

III. Secret consultation with Andrews at midnight. 625 

IV. Arrival at Chattanooga 627 

V. Capturing the train 630 

VI. Delayed by extra freight trains 631 

VII. A startling discovery 634 

VIII. The exciting pursuit by the enemy 638 

IX. Our whole band captured 642 

X. A great sorrow 650 

XI. A sevenfold murder 653 

XII. Liberty or death 658 

XIII. The escape of Dorsey and Hawkins 661 

XIV. The escape of Wilson and Wood from Atlanta 

to the Gulf 665 

XV. The escape of Brown and myself 674 

XVI. From Atlanta to Richmond, Libby and Castle 

Thunder — Exchanged at last 680 

XVII. Conclusion 683 

Names of the Adventurers 


J. J. Andrews, leader. .Citizen of Kentucky. 

William Campbell Citizen of Kentucky. 

George D. Wilson Co. B, Second Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

Marion A. Ross Co. A, Second Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

Perry G. Shadrack Co. K. Second Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

Samuel Robinson Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

Samuel Slavens Co. G, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

John Scott Co. K, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

(Escaped in October.) 

W. W. Brown Co. F, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

William J. Knight Oo. E, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

J. R. Porter Co. C, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols 

Mark Wood Co. C, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols 

J. A. Wilson Co. C, Twenty -first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

W. J. Hawkins Oo. A, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

John Wollam Co. C, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

D. A. Dorsey Co. H, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

(Exchanged in March.) 

Jacob Parrot Co. K, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

Robert Buffum Co. H, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

William Bensinger Co. G, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

William Reddick Co. B, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

E. H. Mason Co. K, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

William Pittenger Co. G, Second Reg't, Ohio Vols. 


"Why is it that no one in our day writes long poems ?" 

"Because nobody would read them." 

I am not the author of the above question and answer. 
The author is a noted Doctor of divinity of the same de- 
nomination of which I have the honor to be an humble 
minister, namely, "The Reformed Church in the United 

I sat in one of the pews of his church while I was a 
student in the Theological Seminary, about eleven years 
ago, and there heard him ask the above question and give 
the above answer. 

I must say that I doubted whether the learned Doctor 
was correct in his views concerning long poems. Of course 
one would naturally think that he a D.D., ought to know 
better than I an humble student of theology. But under 
such circumstances, and especially when I desired to differ 
with one whom I knew was much more highly educated 
than I, I was comforted by the Scripture which says, "Great 
men are not always wise." And my experience in after 
years proved that the Doctor erred in his judgment. 

While I was ready to admit that if a poet of this age 
were to write a long poem the nature of some written cen- 
turies ago, it would doubtless not be read, yet, on the other 
hand, I felt quite certain that if long poems, adapted to our 
age were written, they would be eagerly read. 

I began to ask myself the question, What do our 
people of this age want in the way of poems? What kind 
of a long poem shall I write that will likely be read? 


I finally came to this conclusion, Something written 
in plain, smooth English. The author must avoid using 
what are commonly called, "Big words," for, while the 
world is more highly educated today than ever before, 
there is also more of a tendency on the part of our best 
educators to simplify our language as much as possible. 
The people want something just a little humorous, a little 
sensational, something that will have just enough snap in 
each stanza to instill in them a desire for more. If I can 
succeed in writing such a poem, I feel assured that it will 
be eagerly read, without regard to length. 

I therefore ventured boldly into the field and began 
the task of writing my long epic poem, "The Andrews 
Raid," and in the year 1898 published an edition of it, of 
one thousand copies. The rapid sale with which it met 
astonished me and I felt more assured than ever that the 
age of long poems was not past. In 1904 I published my 
"Poetical Works," an edition of one thousand copies. This 
work contained 315 poems, with 12 illustrations. 

It sold so rapidly, that really, before I began to think 
very seriously of putting out another edition, the one 
thousand copies were exhausted and my friends were cry- 
ing out, Give us another edition. I have labored long and 
earnestly to grant the request of my friends. Often have 
I kept at the work late at night, until I became so weary 
that I nodded sleepily over my manuscript. 

But after long and tedious efforts, I have at last suc- 
ceeded in gathering together these five hundred and one 
children of my brain into one large volume. 

The long poem, "Drucilla," written in hexameter verse, 
was suggested to me by a remark made by Mrs. Rev. E. S. 
Bromer, Greensburg, Pa., concerning one of those empty 
titled foreign counts, Who endeavored to marry a daughter 


of a certain rich American, but was scorned by her, although 
her mother did all in her power to compel her to marry 
him. The part of the poem, which has reference to the 
Spanish American War, was suggested by an experience of 
a friend of mine in San Francisco, to which place he had 
been brought after having been severely wounded during a 
battle in the Philippine Islands. 

In conclusion, I wish to thank my many admirers of 
my former works, for their many expressions of encourage- 
ment and cheer, and also to express the hope that they, 
and many others Who may read this work, may find in it 
even more pleasure than that which they derived from my 
former works. 

J. F. B. 
Greensburg, Pa., August 5, 1907. 


Have you ever heard of old Jim Brown? 
He's worth a million dollars, 
They say he'll squeeze a dollar till 
The eagle on it hollers ; 
He owns the largest bank in town, 
They call him the old skinner, 
Because he will not let his wife 
E'er get a decent dinner. 

If she would buy some extra steak 

Or spend an extra copper 

For things she needed in the house, 

Old Jim would promptly stop her; 

He wears an old and faded coat 

He's worn for seven summers, 

A stranger meeting him would think 

He was the chief of bummers. 

If you e'er go into his bank 

And money try to borrow, 

You'll find him ready, yes, to loan, 

But you'll find to your sorrow, 

He'll charge you in'trest, twelve per cent, 

The sneaking, low lived robbber, 

Of principle he has no more 

Than the worst low bald knobber. 

Does he belong to church, you ask? 
Yes, he's a leading member! 
He boasts that 'he gave fifty cents 
To orphans last December; 


And actually he paid three dollars 
To help support his pastor, 
And thinks his generosity 
Will surely please the Master. 

What, what question did you ask me? 

Will he e'er get to heaven? 

Well! I don't know, he thinks he will, 

But I to doubt am given ; 

For if he would, I do believe 

He'd never be contented ; 

He'd see his mansion and he'd think 

Part of it should be rented. 

What? no, he's not the only one 

In Greensburg, there are others 

So stingy that they'd sell the homes 

Of their old gray haired mothers ; 

Yes, there are others rich enough, 

Still scrambling for more dollars, 

Who, as some say, will squeeze their coin 

Until the eagle hollers. 

Yet, they're not rich, but very poor, 

Their time to self is given ; 

They've laid all up on earth, they've laid 

No treasure up in heaven ; 

And some day they will hear the voice 

Of Him they should have trusted, 

Your gold and silver cankered are, 

Your treasures all are rusted. 

And thus I speak to you young men, 
Now starting on life's journey 
No matter what you choose to be, 
A banker or attorney, 


Don't ever charge men twelve per cent. 
Interest on loaned money, 
Or you may never reacli that land 
Which flows with milk and honev. 


Ben Warren lived in Ligonier, 
His father drank whisky and beer, 
But not to excess, he ranked with those 
Who 'boasted that whene'er they chose 
They could drink beer or could refrain, 
And said that all men could abstain 
From drinking if they'd only choose, 
That no one need go on a booze, 
That total abstinence was wrong, 
And that they never would belong 
To any temp'rance band or pay 
To drive the liquor men away. 

Said he, I've drank e'er since a boy, 
A glass of whisky I enjoy; 
I can't see where it e'er harmed me, 
And I will let the public see 
That I can train my boy Ben too 
To do just what I always do, 
Take but a drink or two a day, 
No matter what companions say. 

So he began to give to Ben, 
Who had just reached the age of ten, 
One glass of whisky ev'ry day, 
And smiled when he beheld the way 


His son soon learned to like the drug 
And how the contents of the jug 
Brought flushes to the boy's pale face, 
But failed to see the darkened trace 
'Twas leaving on his only boy, 
Destined to mar his future joy. 

Twelve years passed by, upon a bunk, 
In a lock up, a man, dead drunk, 
Is lying clad in rags, 'tis Ben, 
Now numbered with the drunken men ; 
That first glass which his father gave 
To his own son caused him to crave 
For more and all Iris power of will 
Could not keep that strong craving still; 
He could not pass a barroom by 
No matter how hard he might try. 
He ceased his work the same old tale, 
His goods were sold at sheriff's sale ; 
Ben to the barroom daily went, 
His young wife o'er the wash tub bent 
And thus from morn till ev'ning's dim, 
She earned her food and food for him. 

A baby boy was born one day, 
Ben gazed upon him as he lay 
Upon a pile of rags, 'his bed, 
And fully sobered now he said, 
Poor child a drunkard's son are you, 
But heaven knows that it is due 
To your grandsire who first gave me 
That fatal glass of vile whisky 
Which robbed me of my senses and 
My honor and today I stand 
An outcast and a by word here, 
Because he said a glass of beer 


Would not harm me, alas, today 
He sees the error of his way! 
But you, my son, shall e'er be taught 
The misery which rum hath wrought. 

Ben moved away from Ligonier 
To Delmont, where they sold no beer ; 
With no saloons to tempt him there, 
He went to work and with great care 
Saved money and in six years bought 
Within the 'town a house and lot. 
After two years more had passed by, 
Two men for license did apply, 
The people raised a strong protest 
But old Judge B. thought he knew best 
And soon two barrooms opened up 
In Delmont and the fatal cup 
Was raised to lips of young and old 
As day by day the drug was sold. 

The balance of my tale I would 

Gladly erase if I but could ; 

But duty calls me to tell all, 

E'en though my tears in torrents fall. 

It happened on an afternoon 

That Ben passed by John Hay's saloon, 

He smelled the whisky and once more 

The old craving, which years before 

Had caused him to become a sot, 

Seized him again and he could not 

Control himself, into that hole 

He went and raised the fatal bowl 

And drank the fatal drug and then 

He filled the bowl and drank again. 


Five 'hours later, up the street, 
A sound is heard of tramping feet, 
The people shout in tones most wild, 
A man has killed his wife and child ! 
Where, who? the people all exclaim, 
Where, who? Ben Warren is his name; 
And, hark ! Ben Warren, in the crowd, 
Is heard to shout like thunders loud, 
Yes, Ben Warren, yes, yes, 'twas T, 
Hang me quick, for I want to die ! 

No, 'twas not I, 'twas those who sell 
The drug which sends men down to hell ! 
No, 'twas not I, 'twas old John Hay 
Who sells the stuff down on Broadway, 
No, 'twas not I, 'twas old Judge B. 
Who gave the license, yes, 'twas he, 
Upon his head shall rest the curse, 
My crime is great but his is worse. 

The frantic crowd sped on their way 
Until they reached Ben's home, there lay 
His only son, there lay his wife, 
From both had gone the breath of life ; 
Men groaned aloud, the whole town wept, 
A hurricane of gloom had swept 
O'er that small town, once free from rum, 
Alas ! a darker day had come. 

'Tis Sunday morning and there lies, 
With folded hands and with closed eyes, 
Two forms inside the church and all 
The pews are full and the rear hall, 
And ev'ry aisle, and all the space 
Of standing room, and ev'ry face 


Within that church is sad and pale 

As if they'd entered in the vale 

Of death itself, the preacher's head 

Was bowed in sadness as he read, 

The Master saith, Yea, verily 

Offences come, it must needs be ; 

But hear, yea hear, ye who sell rum, 

Woe to that man through whom they come. 


O Rock of ages, from which flowed 

The stream so fresh and pure, 

Which quenched the thirst of Israel's sons 

And caused them to endure 

The journey through the wilderness, 

An trials to surmount, 

Permit me to draw near and drink 

From that same sacred fount. 

In thy blest word thou dost proclaim 

That whosoever will 

May of that living water drink, 

For it is flowing still ; 

Dear Lord, my Rock, my help, my strength, 

Daily be thou my guide 

Within the paths of righteousness 

And with me e'er abide. 

Then, even though the way be rough, 
Nothing shall I e'er fear, 
For I can conquer ev'ry ill 
If thou, my strength, art near ; 

Then on thee, Lord, my guide, my strength, 

Daily I'll fix my eyes 

Until my soul, from care set free, 

To heavenly mansions flies. 


I saw upon a frosty morn, 

A collier boy with looks forlorn, 

With ragged clothes and feet nigh bare, 

With bright gray eyes and sandy hair, 

Lugging upon his 'bended back, 

A dirty and well filled coal sack, 

I judged it would a bushel hold, 

And he a lad but ten years old. 

He could but go ten yards at best 
Before he'd be obliged to rest ; 
Said I, my boy, how do you do, 
Where are you taking that coal to? 
Said he, to home I'm taking it 
To warm our room a little bit ; 
My mother's lying sick in bed, 
My father has for years been dead. 

Said I, my boy, at that slow rate, 
How do you think you'll reach your gate, 
For 'tis a long way up that hill 
And weather cold enough to chill 
A man well dressed in winter clothes, 
The frost will surely nip your nose? 
He smiled and said, with a slight bow, 
'By keeping at it, that is how." 


My hairs since then all gray have turned, 
But that good lesson I then learned 
From that poor humble collier boy 
Has been to me a source of joy. 
When I by business cares am pressed 
And when my mind is sore distressed, 
My soul is cheered by that boy's vow, 
'By keeping at it, that is how." 


Then was the Son of God led forth 
Into the wilderness, 
There to be tempted by the foe 
Of truth and righteousness. 

When he for forty days and nights 
Fierce hunger's pangs endured, 
The Devil came and cunningly 
The Son of God adjured. 

'If thou be Christ, the Son of God, 
Command that these stones be 
Made bread,' for surely such great power 
Is given unto thee. 

Jesus replied, 'Tis written, man 
Shall not by bread alone 
Live but by ev'ry word which doth 
Proceed forth from God's throne. 


Then quickly to Jerusalem, 
He took the Prince of light, 
And placed him on a pinnacle 
At an enormous height. 

Said he, 'Now if thou art the Christ, 
From thence cast thyself down, 
Display thy power before the world, 
Bring to thyself renown. 

'For it is written that God shall 
His angsls charge with care 
Concerning thee and in their arms 
Thee upward they shall bear.' 

"Lest thou at any time should dash 
Thy foot against a stone," 
But Jesus to his cunning foe, 
Replied in a stern tone, 

"But it is written again, Thou 
Shalt not tempt the Lord God," 
To this reply Satan could not 
Answer a singrle word. 

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Thus thwarted, Satan thinks he will 
One more temptation try, 
Then last of all he taketh him 
Upon a mountain high. 

There, all the kingdoms of the world, 
The continent and sea, 
Shewed he to 'him and said, 'All these 
Are given unto me 


Yes, throughout all the mighty world, 
The kingdoms all are mine, 
But if thou wilt now worship me, 
These kingdoms shall be thine. 

But Jesus said, Go hence, he would 
Not from the right path swerve, 
For it is written, God alone 
Shalt thou worship and serve. 

Then Satan vanished out of sight 
Into the dark vale's dim, 
And lo from heaven angels came 
And ministered to him. 


My days on earth speed quickly by, 
Swift as the wind my moments fly, 
Daily the question comes to me, 
Where shall I spend Eternity? 

When I commit some dreadful sin, 
My conscience probes my soul within, 
What if death now should come to me, 
Where would I spend Eternity? 

Young men, now sowing your wild oats 
In company with whisky bloats, 
Do you e'er think while on a spree, 
Where you will spend Eternity? 


Young women, vain and proud, who care 
For worldliness alone, beware, 
You soon will from these vain things flee, 
Where will you spend Eternity? 

Lord, keep us faithful here below, 
That when we die we all may go 
On joyful wing to be with thee, 
In heaven to spend Eternity. 


There was a man in Pipetown, 

Who was, in his own eyes, 

Of vastly more importance 

Than all the meek and wise ; 

If you went hauling lumber 

And this man happened by, 

He'd have to stop and tell you 

How you your boards must tie, 

Or if his neighbor happened 

To be out with his hoe 

A planting his potatoes, 

This wise man best would know 

Just how he ought to plant them, 

One foot apart, just so! 

He was certain that his neighbor 

Put too few in each row ; 

Or if at a barn raising, 

This great man chanced to be, 

No one knew how to manage 

The things as well as he. 

He had no education, 

Could neither read nor spell, 


But he the teacher's business 
Knew always very well. 
No matter how the preacher 
The Gospel truths let fall, 
This wise old man would tell him 
He could not preach at all ; 
No matter where he ventured 
Nor what he saw or heard, 
All other men's opinions 
Were to him most absurd. 
One day, O joy ! it happened 
This man of wisdom died, 
The neighbors when they heard it 
All laughed until they cried ; 
The preacher, in the pulpit, 
Said, Brethren, we are here 
To bury one who always 
Seemed to me rather queer ; 
And for that very reason 
I am somewhat perplexed 
To tell on this occasion, 
What to take for a text, 
For whether I should preach him 
To heaven or to hell, 
'Twould puzzle a head wiser 
Than mine I'm sure to tell, 
For if his one queer habit 
Will along with 'him go 
No matter where he goes to, 
He'll want to boss I know ; 
So then, since I am puzzled 
About what I should say, 
Without a ceremony, 
We'll lay the corpse away. 



Within a crowded city, 
Alone upon the street, 
I saw a little newsboy 
With no shoes on his feet ; 
The wealthy took no notice 
Of that boy in the throng, 
But as he sold his papers, 
He sang this little song. 


My mother's a poor widow 
And lying* sick in bed, 
And I must suffer hunger 
Because my father's dead ; 
For breakfast I had nothing, 
For dinner a hard crust, 
But I've treasures in heaven 
Where they never shall rust. 

I went home to my mansion, 

But I could not forget 

That hungry little newsboy, 

I in the street had met ; 

So out again I sauntered 

Into the street so throng, 

And soon again I found him 

Still singing his sad song. (Chorus.) 


Then gently I addressed him, 

Come now, my boy, show me 

The home of your sick mother 

And I will go and see 

What can be done to ease her, 

Fear not, the bill I'll pay, 

He led me to an attic, 

While singing all the way. (Chorus.) 

Alas, too long I'd waited ! 

The poor mother lay dead 

Upon rags foul and filthy 

Which formed her only bed ; 

E'er since that nigfrt I've often 

Shed many bitter tears 

O'er that same little newsboy 

Whose song rings in my ears. (Chorus.) 


When I was young, said Uncle Bill, 
Each farmer had a whisky still, 
And made his own pure rye whisky, 
In those days you would never see 
A man get drunk for we did not 
Have stuff that made the drunken sot ; 
So Uncle Bill says, but somehow, 
He very often gets drunk now. 

Then farmers drank it ev'ry day 
While cutting wheat and making hay ; 
It gave them strength, then they'd do more 
Work in one dav than half a score 


Of young men do in this late day, 
Of course we sometimes would feel gay, 
But none got drunk, I can't see how 
It happens he gets so drunk now. 

There were no drunken riots then, 
We had a set of decent men ; 
To drink good whisky is all right, 
We didn't then get drunk and fight ; 
But squire's records tell the tale, 
That Uncle Bill was twice in jail 
For getting drunk, I guess that's how 
It happens that 'he gets drunk now. 

Ah, old fogies, don't try to bluff ! 

What you claim was the good pure stuff, 

Would give delirium tremens then 

As well as now to many men, 

And ever since hist'ry began, 

Old alcohol, the curse to man, 

Made victims for the dirty slough, 

Men got drunk then, men get drunk now. 


When the founders of our nation framed our first laws, 
wisely they 

Placed a law upon the statutes that the Holy Sabbath Day 

Should be kept by all men sacred, that from work they 
should refrain, 

And it was their full intention that this statute should re- 

As a law unto our nation until time should be no more ; 


Our forefathers never dreamed that by and by upon our 

Would be dumped the filth of Europe which would our 

fair land disgrace 
And with impudence endeavor our good Blue Laws to 


But alas! the filth of Europe has been dumped upon our 

Filth as foul as they can make it, rotten to the very core ; 
Now there comes forth an alliance, called German Ameri- 
Calling on our Legislature with a most ungodly plan, 
To repeal our sacred Blue Laws and enact another law 
Authorizing greedy Germans to insert their greedy paw 
Not for six days but for seven, ev'ry day in the whole week, 
I can't find words sufficient my contempt of them to speak. 

Fellow citizens, I ask you, who should rule America? 

Should the sons of her brave founders or those coming o'er 
today ? 

We, the sons of those brave sires, have the right alone to 

What the law shall be to govern our Holy Sabbath Day ; 

Then let us teach those Germans who care more for their 

Than for our sacred Blue Laws, that they dare not inter- 
fere ; 

Teach them that we've not forgotten brave George Wash- 
ington's command, 

That such lawless Europeans, we're to watch with steady 

» hand. 

They use the name American, with German hitched to it, 

There's no loyalty among them, no not a single bit ; 

It is not because they love it that they use our sacred name, 


For a cloak they simply use it where to hide their sin and 

shame ; 
Loyal citizens then let us rise and to those Germans say, 
We've no room for such vile schemers, now get out of our 

way ; 
If you want to on the Sabbath wreak in vice and revelry, 
Then go back to your own country where you came from 

o'er the sea. 


When the whole world was lost in sin 
And Satan's host had full control, 
God, in his mercy, sought to win 
Each precious and immortal soul ; 
He sent his son from heaven down 
To bear our sins and set us free, 
To bear the cross, the thorny crown 
To wear, and die on Calvary. 


Behold what love, what wondrous love 
The father did on us bestow, 
In sending Jesus from abbove 
To rescue us from sin and woe. 

Satan no longer holds control, 
But Jesus reigns as king o'er all ; 
His blood once shed cleanses the soul 
And rescues sinners from the fall ; 
To him the vilest sinner may 
Now come and lean-upon his breast, 
And have his sins all washed away 
And find in him eternal rest. (Chorus.) 


(Tune, Sweet Hour of Prayer.) 

From Pisgah's height I now behold 
The City with its streets of gold.. 
In Canaan's land so rich and bright 
Where never fall the shades of night ; 
Nought but the Jordan rolls between 
Myself and that celestial scene ; 
Its waters I will soon pass o'er 
And dwell in bliss on yonder shore. 

Once in that land I shall fore'er 
Be free from sin and earthly care ; 
There Christ shall all my fears allay, 
There God shall wipe my tears away, 
And with the saints who've gone before, 
I'll sing sweet praises evermore 
Unto the Lamb for sinners slain. 
Who rescued me from grief and pain. 

My days on earth are nearly o'er, 
I'm nearing that celestial shore ; 
Jesus has washed my sins away, 
He all my debt to God did pay ; 
Now free from sin I'll take my flight 
To that blest land where all is light, 
Forever with the Lamb to dwell, 
Farewell all earthly cares, farewell ! 



Mary had a porcupine 
With quills as sharp as pins, 
And ev'ry time she got too close 
It pricked her on the shins. 

It followed her to town one day, 
Into a large cafe, 

And furnished tooth-picks for all guests 
A stopping there that day. 

But soon tfhe landlord kicked him out, 
Because he took all trade 
Away from him for toothpicks which 
He out of wood had made. 

What makes the porcupine so kind 

To Mary all the time? 

If I can e'er the reason find, 

I'll put it into rhyme. 


When the dhestnut burrs burst open and the nuts begin to 

When the breezes sway the branches of the trees so large 

and tall, 
Thereby causing many chestnuts all to loose their hold and 



To the ground where many children wait to reap a splendid 

crop ; 
Tis a pleasure seldom equaled to be in that happy throng 
Of gay little lads and lasses who so gaily romp along 
To the forest in the distance, to the trees so large and tall, 
When the chestnut burrs burst open and the nuts begin to 


O, it thrills one's soul with pleasure when the autumn days 

come round, 
When we see the burrs and Chestnuts falling thickly to the 

And the old folks stare in wonder when they see child after 

Going to the woods a yelling like young Indians running 

wild ; 
But they know that it is useless to attempt to stop the 

And good old grandfather mutters, 'twas the same when 

we were boys, 
For of all the pleasant seasons, that was pleasantest of all, 
When the chestnut burrs burst open and the nuts began to 


But small boys oft had their troubles, for some trees loomed 

very tall 
And although their burrs were open, many chestnuts would 

not fall; 
But a boy is always equal to just such emergencies, 
For you'll find him volunteering to climb up the biggest 

trees ; 
James will shed his shoes and stockings and say, Bill, give 

me a hist 
I haint very good at climbing, but I have clum wunst or 

twist ; 


See him go just like a kitten up that monstrous tree so 

When the chestnut burrs burst open and the nuts begin to 


You don't know what you are missing if you never take a 

In the lovely autumn season when the forests all are gay ; 

If you've never gone out nutting, you have missed a pleas- 
ure rare, 

Take your trip across the ocean, not a trifle do I care ; 

You of course may find great pleasure trav'ling in a pull- 
man train, 

Or while hunting in the forests of the good old state of 
Maine ; 

But there comes to me a pleasure which is greater than 
them all, 

When the chestnut burrs burst open and the nuts begin to 


His sympathetic eyes have closed, 

His friendly voice is hushed, 

A dismal gloom enshrouds our homes, 

Our hearts with grief are crushed ; 

Yet, 'have we not great cause to be 

Bowed down in grief today? 

For 'twas he who for years kept us 

Within the narrow way. 

And never did we children have 
A belter friend to guide. 

When we, who now are middle aged, 

Were children, very small, 

God sent him in our midst to be 

A friend to one and all, 

And never did we children have 

A better friend to guide 

Us in the path of righteousness, 

Than he who has just died. 

Of him it can be truly said, 

He was the poor man's friend, 

How earnestly his prayer for all 

Would to God's throne ascend ; 

And more than one young man who trod 

The fatal downward track, 

W T as by him saved from ruin and 

To righteousness brought back. 

When death's strong hand laid hold upon 

Some loved one in our home, 

The heavy gloom seemed to dispel 

Whenever he would come ; 

His words of comfort deep would sink 

Into the broken heart 

And leave a deep impression there 

Which never would depart. 

His noble spirit now has fled, 

His work on earth is done, 

Now free from care, at God's right hand, 

He shines forth as the sun ; 

I fancy now I see him clasp 

Dear little Flora's hand 

Anft that he smiles on her once more 

In Canaan's happy land. 


I fancy that in heaven's choir, 

He hears dear Lilie's voice 

And meets the gaze of her blue eyes, 

O how 'he must rejoice ! 

The joy which now his 'bosom fills, 

No mortal man hath known, 

'Tis only known to those who now 

Are seated round God's throne. 

Servant of God, thy work of love 

On earth hath been well done ; 

Well hast thou run thy race and well 

The crown of glory won ; 

Rest from thy many labors now 

And may thy mantle fall 

Upon thy flock and they from sin 

Be rescued one and all. 

And when the trump of God shall sound 

And we all shall arise 

On joyful wings of peace to meet 

Our Savior in the skies, 

And to our everlasting home, 

Be safely ushered o'er, 

We shall with joy behold thy face 

And meet to part no more. 


Lead me Savior, lead me onward 
In the path of righteousness, 
Let thy light daily shine on me 
And my good deeds daily bless. 


Bless the talents thou hast given 

To thy servant and increase 

My ability to walk in 

Paths of righteousness and peace. 

And when thou s'halt come in glory, 
In the clouds from heav'n above, 
May I at thy right hand seated, 
Share thine everlasting love. 

May I there, among the faithful, 
Hear thy blessed words, "Well done,' 
And among the righteous shine forth 
In thy kingdom as the .sun. 


Jesus send thy light from heaven 
Down to earth and let it shine, 
From the morning until ev'ning, 
Into this frail soul of mine, 

And deliver 
Me from everlasting woe. 

Savior, let thy loving spirit 
Breathe new life into my soul, 
And may I sweet peace inherit, 
While the endless ages roll, 

In the mansions 
Which thou hast prepared above 



While taking a drive one bright summer day, 
I saw on a hill top over the way, 

A sign board large and tall ; 
In artistic letters, straight in line, 
I read as I journeyed, this simple sign, 

"Wilson whisky, that's all." 


Now what need you take to madden your brain, 
To bring to your home, great sorrow and pain, 
And last, but not least, to drive you insane? 
"Wilson whisky, that's all" 

As I entered a town I saw a man come 
Prom one of those places where they sell rum, 

I saw him reel and fall ; 
Said I, Sir, my friend, what made you fall down? 
He answered me with a scowl and a frown, 

"Wilson whisky, that's all." (Chorus.) 

While passing a house I heard a shrill cry 
And then a gruff voice, saying, You shall die ! 

I rushed into the hall ; 
Upon the floor lay a drunkard's young wife. 
He crazed with strong drink had taken her life 

"Wilson whisky, that's all." (Chorus.) 


The Sherin, one day, me a message sent) 
Saying, Come to the jail, and at once I went, 

There I saw a scaffold tall ; 
And a stout young man on that scaffold died r 
As the trap was sprung in despair he cried, 

"Wilson whisky, that's all." (Chorus.) 

That night, in a dream, I saw open wide 
The gates of hell and a swift moving tide 

Of wretched sinners fall 
Into the abyss and all disappear, 
But cries of despair I plainly could hear, 

"Wilson Whisky, that's all." (Chorus.) 


No millionaire of great renown 

Nor wealthy man was 'he, 

But very rich indeed in works 

Of Christian charity ; 

Like Enoch, of long years ago, 

He daily walked with God, 

The Narrow Way, which leads to life, 

He through his whole life trod. 

Daily, while he still journeyed here, 
His face with halo shone, 
With halo like unto that light 
Which shine th round God's throne; 
And by that light which he let shine 
In ev'ry path he trod, 
Others were turned from sin and led 
To glorify their God. 


Out of the means which he possessed, 

He ever freely paid 

To all the church's needs and thus 

Treasures in heaven laid ; 

Rich men, who strive for earthly gain, 

Must lose it all but he 

Has wealth laid up which shall endure 

Throughout eternity. 

Servant of God, rest from thy work, 

And may thy mantle fall 

Upon us who still journey here. 

That we may, one and all, 

Walk in the path which thou hast trod, 

That when our work is o'er, 

We may with joy to heaven ascend 

And see thv face once more. 


Thy Church, O Lord, is in distress, 
Discord and treason reigns within, 
Rebellion and unrighteousness, 
Heresy, ungodliness, and sin 
Now rule and thy blest ctiurch must be 
Compelled to blush with shame, 
For traitors have unrighteously 
Dishonored thy great name. 

Like the vain pharisees of old, 
They blindly, stubbornly arose 
Against thy law and waxing bold, 
Turned traitors and unrighteous foes 


Against sound doctrine and assailed 
Thy servant, thine anointed one, 
They drove him out, nor once bewailed 
The grievous wrong which they had done. 

But had not Paul himself such fears 

And did he not in prison say, 

Such persons, "having itching ears," 

Shall from sound doctrine turn away 

And after their own lusts shall heap 

Unto themselves teachers and turn 

Aside to fables and ne'er keep 

Their vows but righteousness they'll spurn? 

'As Jannes and Jambres withstood 
Moses," these also truth withstand, 
They stir up strife, reject the good, 
Against thy laws, thy precepts and 
Against thy Church, her laws and say, 
The preacher we no longer need ; 
They from their midst drive him away, 
But they no further shall proceed. 

Like Belshazzar, they e'en now see 
The hand that's writing on the wall, 
And with pale face and trembling knee, 
The traitors see that they must fall ; 
But thy blest Church, O God, shall stand 
Undaunted until Judgment Day, 
When this unrighteous, traitorous band, 
Shall for their actions reap their pay. 

But Father, we know that thou hast 
No pleasure in the death of those 
W'ho die and in hell their souls cast 
And suffer everlasting woes ; 


O Father, all their sins forgive, 
Open their eyes that they may see ; 
O teach them while on earth to live 
In peace with men, in peace with thee. 


Rushing down the mountains, 
Leaping over breakers, 
Through the shady forests, 
Passing many acres, 
Tumbling o'er huge boulders, 
Gurgling night and day ; 
Thus I spend each moment 
Speeding on my way. 

Soon I reach the meadows, 
Winding all about, 
Droves of thirsty cattle, 
Wading in and out, 
Make my waters cloudy 
And my fishes scare, 
Still they cease not troubling, 
Nothing do they care. 

On again, quite smoothly, 

For awhile I flow, 

But my path grows rougher, 

Bout a mile below ; 

Huge rocks can not stop me, 

Though 'tis hard they try, 

With a roar of laughter, 

Quickly I pass by. 

Huge rocks cannot stop me. 
Though 'tis hard they try. 


Thus far, all my waters, 
Clear as crystal are, 
When I come to Kingston, 
Men my pleasures mar; 
Naughty paper makers 
Make my waters foul, 
And in rage I pass them 
With a dreadful howl. 

From there to the river, 
I feel dreadful mean, 
Like the ancient lepers, 
I cry out, "Unclean!" 
But I cannot help it 
If the people throw 
Filth into my waters 
As I onward go. 

Did not the Creator 

Make me clean and pure? 

It was his intention, 

I feel very sure, 

That I should remain so 

And a dwelling give 

To the bass and trout which 

In my waters live. 

You, who love pure water, 
Will you not protect 
Me from unkind fellows, 
Who have no respect 
For my crystal waters, 
God has made so pure, 
Tell them you'll no longer 
Such rude acts endure. 


All your life I'll greet you 
With my smiling face, 
As I daily pass by 
Your fine dwelling place, 
And when you lie buried 
On my shores so green, 
God will ever give you 
Peace and rest serene. 


Lord, like Elijah, I'm pursued 
By foes like ancient Jezebel, 
Who in an angry, selfish mood, 
Inflamed by demons sent from hell, 
Withstand thy law, seek to o'erthrow 
The work which I for good have done ; 
Rebuke, O Lord, my wicked foe, 
Bring judgment to the guilty one. 

For as Elymas, Paul withstood, 
He doth thy church withstand today 
And seeks to overthrow the good 
And drive the minister away ; 
Have mercy Lord, upon his soul, 
May he repent and rightly live, 
Restore thy church. Lord, make it whole, 
Repenting sinners, Lord, forgive. 




A very unusual and amusing scene 

Lately happened within the old burg of Green ; 

Old Squire Clawson, you know him well, 

He always has plenty of jokes to tell, 

Whenever he attempts to display his wit, 

He usually makes a very big hit, 

He's one of that type very hard to catch, 

But even Mark Twain sometimes meets his match ; 

One day, before company, I have been told, 

The Squire was by his own cook badly sold ; 

If you will have patience for a little spell, 

Just how the thing happened I'll proceed to tell. 

One ev'ning five gentlemen and the old Squire 

And ladies were seated before a bright fire ; 

The Squire as usual amused the young folks , 

By telling them many of his comic jokes ; 

Said he, last night I dreamed that Miss Lute 

Turned suddenly into a very fine flute. 

And Mr. John Thompson on her a tune played 

And I tell you 'twas very sweet music she made, 

And George Jackson turned into a bass horn 

Such noise as he made, since the day I was born, 

I have never heard anything half so loud. 

He could make more noise than this whole crowd ; 

And Jerry McCausland turned into a drum 

And made the whole town resound with a hum ; 

Charlie Brown turned into an organ and Pete 

Played on him a tune which we thought very sweet. 


Thus the Squire his comic little story told 

When he had finished, before him, quite bold, 

Stood Bridget, his cook, eyeing him with disdain, 

That she doubted his story it seemed very plain ; 

Then a mischievous twinkle was seen in her eye 

And to the old Squire she thus made reply, 

Faix Squire, and 'tis a fine tale ye've just told, 

And if ye'll excuse me for being so bold, 

I wish haar and now to relate to you, 

That on the same night I dramed a drame too, 

It was the same drame that you Squire dramed, 

Yis, ev'rything happened that you have just named, 

But a part of the drame you didn't relate, 

For in my drame Squire, you too met your fate 

By turning into a fine instrument too, 

And the tune that you played was becoming to you. 

The old Squire, greatly amused, made reply, 
O tell me what instrument, Bridget, was I? 
And Bridget replied, Indade I will, Squire, 
Twas that which Apollo, the Greek, called a lyre. 


Barnum had a gorilla 
And he was large and tall, 
He scorned the armadilla 
Because he was so small. 

Said Barnum's hugh gorilla, 
You must look up to me 
You little armadilla, 
You will not? well, we'll see. 


In rage the huge gorilla 
Opened his great jaws wide, 
Pounced on the armadilla, 
Saying, I'll pierce your hide. 

Alas, that huge gorilla 

Had calculated wrong, 

He found the armadilla 

Had hide both thick and strong 


And soon that huge gorilla 
Had broken his jaw bone, 
Because the armadilla 
Had hide as hard as stone. 

And now that old gorilla 
Goes round with bandaged face, 
While the little armadilla 
Still has both jaws in place. 

And now all ye gorillas, 
Don't scorn the little folk, 
Respect the armadilla s, 
Or you'll get your jaws broke. 


A friend indeed from us has gone, 
A faithful child of God 
Now sleeps the sleep of God's redeemed, 
Beneath the hallowed sod. 


A bright and shining light was she 
While here on earth she trod, 
But brighter still her light now shines 
Before the throne of God. 

Mid trials sore and often, she 
Could say while sufT'ring pain, 
'For me indeed to live is Christ, 
For me to die is gain/ 

Dearly loved was she by us, 

More than I here can tell, 

But she now dwells in bliss with Him 

Who doeth all things well. 

O Laura dear, we miss thee much, 
'Tis sad that we must lay 
Thee thus so early in the tomb, 
"God's will be done, it is his way/' 

Farewell, dear Laura, we no more 
On earth will gaze on thee, 
But God will call us soon and then 
Thy face again we'll see. 


Mother, how precious is the name, 

To loving hearts how dear! 

To the sad heart o'erwhelmed with grief, 

It brings relief and cheer : 

It is a sacred name and sweet 

To ev'ry grateful son 

And daughter who can realize 

What she for them has done. 


A mother, such as we have had, 
So patient, meek and mild, 
Should ever be remembered by 
Each woman, man and child 
Whom she by toil and patient care, 
Has nurtured, reared and taught 
To tread the straight and narrow way 
And their welfare has sought. 

Mother ! there stands the vacant chair 

In which she oft reclined, 

Because unable to lie down, 

How vivid to my mind 

Appears the scene we oft beheld 

When dear mother sat there, 

Her silver hair, her wrinkled face, 

Emblems of toil and care. 

We saw her in the prime of life, 

When she was brave and strong, 

Then more than three decades passed by, 

It did not seem so long ; 

We saw her j)ast three score and ten, 

Past seventy and three, 

We saw her fall asleep in Christ, 

From care and sorrow free. 

Dear mother, yes, she suffered much, 

But O, how patiently 

Her lot she bore and to God's will 

She bowed submissively! 

O mother, dear and precious, if 

We ever forgot thee, 

Then let our tongues forget to speak, 

Our eyes forget to see! 


But we will not forget her, no, 

We could not, if we would, 

Forget that noble character 

So lovely and so good ; 

We'll not forget but follow in 

The path which she has trod, 

The straight and narrow way which leads 

To heaven and to God. 

And when we reach our journey's end 

And walk the golden street 

In the bright new Jerusalem, 

Dear mother we shall meet ; 

With gladness we once more will gaze 

Upon her sainted face, 

Of marks of toil and looks of care, 

We will not find a trace. 

For they will all have disappeared, 

No sorrow can come there ; 

There such as she shall dwell in peace, 

God's saints are free from care ; 

Then mother dear, farewell till then, 

'Twill not 'be long ere we 

Will leave this world of care and come 

To dwell in peace with thee. 

Written at Greens'burg, Pa., Nov. 28, 1905, my mother 
having died five days before. 



The old stone church has disappeared, 
Her walls have all been razed ; 
But still I love to think how we 
Within her walls once praised 
God's holy name from year to year 
And in old box pews heard, 
Upon each holy Lord's-day morn, 
God's servants preach the Word. 

On one side the old mother sat, 
And opposite the sire, 
While foremost on the gallery, 
Was seen our country choir ; 
We had no organ then at all 
And there were very few 
Among the members who the notes 
One from another knew. 

Old Father Isaac Wentzel led, 

And old and young would sing, 

It thrilled one's soul with joy to hear 

Them make that old church ring ; 

But Father Wentzel's voice is hushed, 

He sleeps beneath the sod 

Near by the place where he once led 

In praises sang to God. 

There we first went to Sunday School, 
No lesson <helps were used, 
We small boys used our spelling books. 
While larger ones perused 


A chapter in the Testament, 

There was a German class, 

Thus for an hour before church time, 

We there our time would pass. 

On week days we were catechized, 
Ah ! how we loved to hear 
Old Father Diefrenbacher teach 
The lessons plain and clear ; 
There he, on confirmation day, 
His hands on us did place 
And thus upon us did bestow 
God's blessings full of grace. 

Yes, the old church we so much loved, 

Will ne'er again be seen ! 

A new one, grander far than it, 

Now stands upon the green ; 

But though the old church has been razed, 

Fond memories still cling, 

Within our hearts, of that old church 

In which we used to sing. 


In Vinegar Alley lived old Mrs. Jallow, 
Her temper was sour, her brain very shallow, 
At daylight each morning her tattle tongue started 
And kept running until the day had departed. 

She seldom could find time to scrub her own floor 
But ev'ry day for two hours or more, 
She found time to lean upon her front gate 
And stories about all her neighbors relate. 


She was an old widow and matchmaker too, 
She ev'ry young lady's own business well knew, 
If a young man, a lady attention would pay, 
'Twould be widely known before the next day. 

She was indeed very obliging and kind 
To ev'ry young couple, she never would mind 
Advertising their business without extra charge, 
And would never curtail hut always enlarge. 

The servant of Satan and wicked deceiver, 

Caused Mrs. McGuire's young husband to leave her, 

If she doesn't repent, the wicked old liar 

Will some day be wailing in brimstone and fire. 

I hope that all women, like old Mrs. Jallow, 
Whose tempers are sour and hearts very shallow, 
Will soon disappear from off the earth's face 
And others much better appear in their place. 


Our help is in thy name, O Lord, 
Open our eyes that we 
May day by day, where'er we roam, 
The paths of wisdom see. 

Make us, O Lord, as serpents, wise 
And harmless as the dove, 
And ev'ry day while here below, 
Abide in thy blest love. 



Gone from his earthly home, 
From labor now rests he, 
From pains of body, cares of mind, 
He henceforth shall be free. 

His works do follow him, 
He's dead but still he lives, 
The memory of his kind deeds, 
Still inspiration gives. 

Before the throne of God, 

Bright as the noonday sun 

He stands, and hears the Savior say, 

Servant of mine, "Well done." 

Faithful on earth hast thou 
Over a few things been, 
Behold the New Jerusalem, 
Now enter thou therein. 


Jesus, friend of sinners, hear us 
When we call upon thy name ; 
Grant to us poor sinners pardon, 
As we bow in grief and shame. 


Blot out all of our transgressions 
And in us new hearts create; 
Guide us in the path which leadeth 
Up to heaven's golden gate. 

Be thou with us as we journey 
On our way to Zion's Land, 
That we may, when life is ended, 
Undefiled before thee stand. 

Then within the Golden City, 
At thy feet ourselves we'll cast, 
And we'll sing to thee rich praises 
With the saints of ages past. 


"The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want; 
In pastures green doth He 
Make me to lie down, and beside 
Still waters leadeth me." 

He also doth my soul restore 
And for his namesake he, 
Within the path of righteousness, 
Doth by his hand lead me. 

Yea, though I through the valley of 
Death walk, I shall not be 
Afraid for thou art nigh, thy rod 
And staff they comfort me. 

Thou dost a table set before 
Me in view of my foes, 
My head thou dost anoint with oil 
And my cup overflows. 


Surely goodness and mercy shall 
Follow me all the days 
Of my life and I'll dwell within 
The house of God always. 


There was a schoolhouse by the way, 

There was a seat within, 

Upon which sat a boy of twelve, 

In whose hand was a pin ; 

But in his hand it did not stay, 

For soon it found a place 

Upon the seat of a small boy 

Who'd gone to wash his face. 


Ouch, ouch, boo hoo, O dear, O dear! 
Ouch, ouch, O dear, boo hoo! 
O teacher, teacher, do come here, 
O dear, ouch, ouch, boo hoo! 

The bad boy who had set the pin, 

Began to study fast, 

But at the same time, now and then, 

A stealthy glance was cast 

Across the room and soon he saw 

Poor little Jimmy Brown 

Come back unto his seat and then 

Saw the poor boy sit down. (Giorus.) 


The teaciher rushed upon the scene, 

A boy rose to his feet, 

'Twas Bob Jones, teacher, I saw him 

Place that pin on Jim's seat! 

No longer did the teacher wait, 

He stood Bob on the floor 

And beat him o'er his legs while Bob 

Set up a hideous roar. 


Ouch, ouch, boo hoo, O teacher, please, 
O dear, ouch, ouch, boo hoo! 
O teacher, teacher, ouch, my knees, 
O dear, ouch, ouch, boo hoo! 


About two miles west of Greensburg, 
We moved in eighteen seventy three, 
Dense white oak forests loomed about 
Far as the naked eye could see. 

Large numbers of huge gray squirrels frisked 
Within the forests dense and wide, 
While rabbits, plentiful, were chased 
Through deep ravine and up hillside. 

Not far from where we lived there flowed 
The brook in which I used to fish, 
And often with my hook and line, 
I landed all my heart could wish. 


I was then but a little lad, 
But by and by there came a day 
That I became a full fledged man 
And from the old scenes turned away. 

But during college days I oft 
Would ponder and would often wish 
That I might once again behold 
The 'brook in which I used to fish. 

I've been to banquets, large and grand, 
And ate of many a luscious dish, 
But sweeter were the mem'ries of 
The brook in which I used to fish. 

One day I visited the scenes 
Of boyhood days and stood once more 
Upon the banks of that small stream 
In which I fished in days of yore. 

I found the brook there, flowing still, 
But ah, alas ! her waters were 
No longer clear and sparkling but 
Were foul and filthy with sulphur. 

The fishes all had disappeared, 
The sulphur, yes, had killed them all ; 
While I beheld the mournful scene, 
Tears of regret my eyes let fall. 

The coal mines, which were opened near, 
Had been the cause of this sad scene, 
I cried aloud, Cursed be the horde 
Of capitalists so base and mean. 


I turned away, my heart was sad, 
But O, how fondly I did wish 
That I might just once more behold 
That brook in which I used to fish ! 

But I shall never see the day 
When I shall gratify my wish, 
But memories I'll cherish of 
The brook in which I used to fish. 


Give me strength, O Heavenly Father, 
Daily to combat all sin, 
Guide me by thy hand and keep me 
Pure and undefiled within. 

In the path of duty ever 
Keep me and ne'er let me turn 
From the narrow way and never 
Let me thy blest precepts spurn. 

Help me to resist temptations, 
Daily help me fix my eyes 
On my Savior and Redeemer 
And o'er sin in triumph rise. 

And when death shall come to claim me 

It shall be no dread to me, 

For my soul shall soar to glory 

And forever dwell with thee. 



Thy glory Lord, my eyes have seen, 
Thy law my ears have heard ; 
From Sinai's height thou didst proclaim 
Thy everlasting Word. 

To Zion's Mount we are come near 
To learn thy holy law ; 
Fill us with grace that we each day 
May nearer to thee draw. 

May we thy law each day observe, 
While here on earth we roam, 
That we may tread the path which leads 
To our eternal home. 


O Lord, increase our faith, 
Kindle a flame of love 
Within our hearts that we may lay 
Treasures in heaven above. 

Enable us to serve 

Thee better ev'ry day; 

Each moment be our strength that we 

May daily watch and pray. 

And when the day arrives, 
When death shall set us free 
From earthly cares we shall fore'er 
Sing praises unto thee. 



Jesus, for thee alone, 
Earth's pleasures I resign ; 
To work for thee is joy to me, 
Make me forever thine. 

It is for thy name's sake, 
The jeers of foes I bear; 
Since in my heart, thou, Jesus, art 
What need I for them care? 

My spirit's strong indeed, 
My flesh is very weak ; 
Jesus, my King, to thee I cling, 
Lest I earth's treasures seek. 

Daily increase my faith, 
Make me to grow in grace 
Until set free, I fly to thee 
And find my resting place. 


The sun has set, the day has gone, 
The stars above now brightly shine, 
The grass is wet upon the lawn, 
The birds sleep in the lofty pine ; 


The owl within the forest hoots, 
The bats fly through the balmy air, 
The bullfrogs pipe like silver flutes, 
The moon arises bright and fair. 

In yonder field the shocks of wheat 
Dark shadows in the moonlight cast, 
The whip-poor-will makes music sweet, 
While katydids are clicking fast ; 
Beneath the grass the crickets' song 
Can now and then be softly heard, 
While one can hear, both loud and long, 
The crowing of the farmyard bird. 

The cows have all lain down to sleep, 

The chickens to their roosts have gone ; 

All in a group, the lambs and sheep, 

Sleep calmly on the grassy lawn, 

While in the tree each mother bird 

Sits quietly upon her nest, 

No human voice at all is heard, 

The whole world calmlv takes its rest. 


Once a tailor made a coat 
Of woolen cloth so warm, 
He sold it to a whisky bloat 
Who lived upon a farm ; 
The whisky bloat soon put it on 
And went to Greensburg where 
He found four others like himself, 
And all went on a tare. 


At midnight he went stagg'ring home, 
While he went stumbling through 
A forest, his new coat agreed 
He'd go on a tare too ; 
When he got home he took it off 
And hung it on a chair, 
And gazing at it soon beheld 
It had been on a tare. 

Said he, how's this, do you not know 

That you were made to be 

A shelter from the wind and cold 

Both day and night for me? 

And how can you expect to shield 

Me from the frosty air, 

If you, each time you go to town, 

Go thus upon a tare? 

Do you not know, the coat replied, 

That you were given life 

To spend in earning clothing for 

Three children and a wife? 

And how can you expect to shield 

Them from the frosty air, 

If you, each time you go to town, 

Go thus upon a tare? 

Alas, alas ! the bloat replied, 

Your argument I see 

Cannot be answered and applies 

Most forcibly to me ! 

But I, tonight, will my word pledge, 

From henceforth I shall e'er 

Provide for those God gave to me, 

And not go on a tare. 



When trials heavily upon 
Our faint hearts weigh and we are prone 
To waver in our faith, then Lord 
Teach us to trust in thee alone. 

Great trials now confront us Lord, 
Before thee, faint, on bended knee, 
We bow and from our hearts we pray, 
Suffer us not to turn from thee. 


Thy name, O Lord, is dear to me, 
Dearer than all that earth can give, 
And may it thus, O Lord, e'er be, 
That I in righteousness may live. 

May thy blest precepts ever shine 
And ever shed a brilliant ray 
Upon this sin stained soul of mine 
And guide us in life's bright patway 

Amid my sorest trials give 
To me abundantly thy grace, 
That though I die I still may live 
In heaven's glorious resting place. 




Dear Lord, we close this, service now 
And from thy house depart; 
May all the truths we have proclaimed 
Find lodgment in each heart. 

We leave thy sanctuary, Lord, 
And to our homes repair, 
But may the blessings here received, 
Be ever with us there. 

May our desire at all times be 
To come to thy house, Lord, 
Here to receive abundant grace 
And strength from thy blest Word. 

Then let thy blessing, Lord, descend 
Upon us ere we part, 
Grant that this congregation may 
Be ever one in heart. 


Free from ill care and sorrow, 
Safe in the Shepherd's fold, 
Saints are at rest, enjoying 
Blessings and joys untold; 


There, at the feet of Jesus, 
His faithful ones sit down, 
While angel hosts bestow on 
Each an immortal crown. 

There, day and night, they worship 
The Lamb for sinners slain, 
And with the angel choir, 
Join in the sweet refrain, 
Worthy art thou, O Jesus, 
To be adored by all, 
For thou didst die to save us 
Poor sinners from the fall. 


You will take me to the lockup? 
Well I s'pose it is your business 
To arrest all drunken topers 
And keep order in the city? 
No sir, I will not resist you ! 
Though I'm full, I have my senses, 
And I always have respect for 
Officers who do their duty ; 
But before you lock me up sir, 
Will you listen to my story? 
Thank you, you are very kind sir ! 
Listen now and I will tell it. 

In a large and thrifty city, 
Years ago there lived a preacher, 
With a wife and seven children, 
That man sir was my own father ; 
Yes, I thought you'd be astonished, 


But 'tis true, I was the youngest 
And was by the others fondled. 
My kind parents did their duty 
Toward me and all the others ; 
I will now proceed to tell you 
What has brought me to this level. 

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At the proper age we children 
All were brought to make profession 
In the faith of our Lord Jesus, 
It was on an Easter morning 
That my good father confirmed me. 
Yes, I pondered o'er that service 
And it made a deep impression 
On my heart and I determined 
That I'd keep my vows forever ; 
I had reached the age of fifteen 
When I made this solemn promise. 
For three years I labored faithful 
In the Church, I loved to do it; 
When eighteen, I entered college 
And for three years I was leader 
Of a class of forty students. 

When I came back for my last year, 

I one day became acquainted 

With a young and charming lady 

Whose father was very wealthy ; 

She one night gave a huge banquet 

And of course I was invited ; 

Finally, they filled the glasses 

Of all guests with wine, I shuddered; 

After all 'had drank 'twas noticed 

That my glass still held its contents, 

Then my lady friend said, Joseph, 

Here's your wine, you have not touched it? 


Said I, Jessie, I can't do it, 

I have always stood for temp'rance ; 

Jessie smiled and said, Now Joseph, 

You need not be so partic'lar, 

A small glass of wine can't harm you, 

Come, drink wine with me, I pray you? 

For a long time I protested, 
But she teased till I, like Samson, 
Yielded to a woman's pleading; 
That one drink set me to craving 
After more and I obtained it; 
One can always find at college, 
Students who are fond of tippling. 

On a certain Friday ev'ning, 
I, in company with others, 
Purchased wine and drank it freely, 
All got drunk and were arrested ; 
We were all expelled from college ; 
I had now disgraced our fam'ly 
And indeed I deeply felt it ; 
But I felt I could not meet them, 
Flow could I e'er face my father 
Who had taken pains to teach me 
To be sober, true and honest? 
No, I vowed, I'll never do it ! 

So, out in the world I wandered, 
I, who but a fortnight previous, 
Had such bright hopes for the future. 
Ever since then I have wandered 
In the broad pathway of Satan, 
Two years have passed since I tasted 
That vile liquor which first turned me 
From the path of light to darkness 


And brought me to this low level; 
I have never seen my parents 
Since I was expelled from college. 


Let me see, this is September, 

And the fourteenth day, how strange sir, 

Just two years ago this ev'ning, 

I and my chums were arrested, 

Anniversary of my downfall, . , * 

Fittingly I celebrate it; 

Had I temptation resisted, 

I, ere this, my course had finished 

In the college and today would 

Doubtless be esteemed and honored 

In the world by honest people, 

But instead I am dishonored 

And despised where'er I venture. 

But sir, I am very weary 

Of this wretched life, I long for 

The old home and my kind parents, 

And no doubt their hearts are yearning 

For their boy, I know they're praying 

Daily that I may be rescued 

And, kind sir, I am determined 

That their prayers shall soon be answered. 

Lock me up now for the night sir, 
And tonight inside this prison, 
I will make peace with my Savior 
And receive his ready pardon ; 
Then tomorrow morning early 
I'll return unto my parents 


And begin anew to journey 

In the path which they both led me 

Which will lead to life eternal, 

Thank you, kind friend, for your patience, 

God night sir, and God be with you. 


Behind the iron prison door, 

He lay handcuffed upon the floor. 

The sheriff had a short time spent 
With him and read a document. 

The governor had fixed the date 
Upon which he should meet 'his fate. 

When he should be, the message read, 
Hung by his neck till he'd be dead. 

Then he began to meditate 
Over his sad impending fate. 

I am but young, just twenty four, 
My race on earth will soon be o'er. 

Alas, it has not been well run ! 
What good on earth have I e'er done? 

But let me wander back and see 
What the cause of my fate might be. 

When a small boy I did rude things, 
Caught helpless flies and tore their wings. 


I took delight in tying pails 

On innocent young doggie's tails. 

One day I, with a baseball bat, 
For pleasure killed a harmless cat. 

I did not, as I older grew, 
A worthy calling e'er pursue. 

But ev'ry day I wandered in 

The downward path of shame and sin. 

I called my brother a young fool 
Because he went to Sunday School. 

So, to my mind, the cause is clear 
Which led me to this prison here. 

I see it now but 'tis too late 

I, by my sin, have sealed my fate. 

To all young men I say, Be wise, 
Good admonition ne'er despise. 

May you take warning at my fate, 
Do good before it be too late. 


During our journey here below, 
We oft good resolutions make, 
But as we on our journey go. 
We oft good resolutions break. 



Rockfellcr and Carnegie may 
In their great riches daily trust, 
But I my treasures all will lay 
In heaven where thev cannot rust. 


Dark was the night when Jesus crossed 
The 'brook of Kidron to the place, 
Beneath the olive's gloomy shade, 
And, plunged in grief, fell on his face. 

Great drops of sweat like blood fell from 
His sacred brow down to the ground, 
While his disciples, bowed in grief, 
All carelessly were sleeping sound. 

Jesus, today from God's right hand. 
Looks down upon his scattered sheep 
And sees men, who should be awake, 
Carelessly lying sound asleep. 

Awake, ye who profess to love 
The cause of Him who died for you! 
Sleep not, but let your cry e'er be, 
""Lord, what wilt thou have me to do?" 


Then shalt thou hear the Master's .voice 
From heaven above aloud proclaim, 
Go forth and in my vineyard work 
And preach the Gospel in my name. 


Lift up your voices, shout the praise 
Of Him who reigns through endless days; 
Sing praises to his holy name, 
His love o'er all the world proclaim. 

For by his grace he saveth all 
Who in true faith upon him call, 
And for his loved ones doth prepare 
A heavenly mansion 'bright and fair. 

Come then and worship at his throne 
And Jesus as your Savior own, 
And him through life your service give, 
Walk in the light and to him live. 

Live for him until life shall end, 
A blest eternity you'll spend 
With him in glory and behold 
The Holy City of pure gold. 


O Lord, o'er my past sins I mourn, 
My transgressions remember not ; 
In iniquity I was born, 
O Lord, all my transggressions blot 


From thy remembrance and forgive 
The wrong which I have done to thee ; 
Cleanse my vile heart that I may live 
In peace, and thy great glory see. 

Create my heart, O Lord, anew 
And a right spirit in me make, 
A contrite heart, upright and true, 
I ask, dear Lord, for thy name's sake ; 
Then Lord, thy ways I will proclaim 
And transgressors and sinners turn 
Toward the truth and thy 'blest name 
Make known and thy blest precepts learn. 


While sailing o'er life' troubled sea, 

Jesus I fix my eyes on thee, 

Though stormy winds may fiercely blow, 

Still onward I will safely go; 

No raging billows will impede 

Me in my course as on I speed, 

For by the helm I'll firmly stand 

And fix my eyes on Canaan's land. 

Though billows may my vessel toss 

And Satan oft my path may cross, 

Though threat'ning waves, like mountains high 

My trembling soul may sorely try, 

If I but fix my eyes on thee 

And through the voyage faithful be, 

Vile Satan's host I'll triumph o'er 

And land upon the Shining Shore. 


Jesus, my Lord, enable me 
Daily to fix my eyes on thee, 
And when the waves of sin arise, 
May I ne'er turn aside my eyes 
Unto the left hand or the right 
But fix them on the Prince of Light, 
Be thou my guide and by thy hand 
Safely lead me to Canaan's land. 


(Tune, "Massa's in de Cold Ground.") 

W'hile the shepherds watch were keeping 
O'er their flocks by night 
Suddenly there shone from heaven, 
A bright gleam of radiant light ; 
When the shepherds all beheld it, 
They were filled with fear, 
While they stood fearing and trembling, 
The angel of the Lord drew near. 


Glory and honor 

To our God most high, 

Peace on earth, good will to mankind 

Now and evermore shall be. 

And he said, Be not affrighted, 
For to you I bring 
Tidings of great joy for unto 
You today is born a King, 


In the city of King David, 

Ye the child shall find, 

Lying in an humble manger, 

Christ the Savior of mankind. (Chrous.) 

Suddenly there came from heaven, 

An angelic throng, 

Joyfully they all descended, 

Singing a melodious song; 

Sweetly their angelic voices 

O'er the broad plains rang, 

And the shepherds filled with glandness, 

Listened as they sweetly sang. (Chorus.) 


Close by a pleasant, shady grove, 
An old frame school house stood, 
Warmed by a large volcano stove, 
The fuel coal, and wood ; 
Near by it flowed a little brook, 
The water pure and cool, 
'Twas in that house I, when a boy, 
Began my days in school. 

The winter term ran but five months, 
The teacher the first day 
Brought in a bundle of stout rods 
And we boys heard her say, . 
You see this bundle, well take care 
Today just what you do, 
Or T will lay them o'er your backs 
And lay them heavy, too. 


And she made use of some of them 
Before the day was done, 
Some of the large boys grew quite bold 
And thought they'd have some fun ; 
The spelling class was on the floor, 
Will Powell and John Bell 
Began to play some funny pranks 
And both refused to spell. 

The teacher, though a lady, was 
Both very tall and strong, 
She seized Will Powell by the neck 
And soon he changed his song ; 
Upon his back, with a huge rod, 
She rained blow after blow 
And made him promise to behave 
Before she let him go. 

Thus having conquered William, next 

She seized hold of John Bell, 

It seems as if I yet can hear 

Him give his hideous yell ; 

She conquered them, they had enough, 

They listened when she spoke ; 

To be flogged like she had flogged them, 

They said, was no small joke. 


In a small cottage, 'neath the hill, 
Lived Katharine McCall, 
A widow aged 'bout forty years, 
Highly esteemed by all : 


She had five daughters but no sons, 
They lived together there 
In harmony and happiness 
And labored with sfreat care. 

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Their nearest neighbor, strange to say, 

Was Jeremiah Good, 

A widower esteemed by all 

Men in that neighborhood ; 

He had no daughters but five sons, 

All excellent young men, 

The oldest, twenty years of age, 

The youngest then but ten. 

One day Rudolph, his oldest son, 

Fell deep in love with May, 

The oldest of the widow's girls 

Who lived across the way ; 

Both Jerry and the widow were 

Completely satisfied 

That their young hearts should beat as one, 

And soon the knot was tied. 

Less than a year had passed away 
Before his second son 
Fell deep in love with number two 
And they became as one ; 
Old Jerry said but little then, 
But when son number three 
Began to court the widow's third, 
He stormed most furiously. 

But still in spite of his protest 
They married very soon, 
Old Jerry raged and said, Jerome, 
You're crazy as a loon ! 


But still the worst was yet to come, 
Before six months were o'er, 
His next son quietly ran off 
And married number four. 

This grieved old Jerry to his soul, 

He wept most bitterly 

To see his four sons disregard 

His wis'hes utterly ; 

He turned to Joe, who yet remained, 

And said to him, My son, 

You surely will not scorn my plea 

As all the rest have done. 

Alas ! again he was deceived, 
After three years had passed, 
Joe fell in love and soon became 
The husband of the last ; 
When Jerry heard the news he ran 
Into his old mare's stall, 
And after hitching up the nag, 
Sought Katharine McCall. 

Come on, said he, climb on this seat, 

We'll go to Parson Robb 

And let those young chaps understand 

We'll finish up this job ! 

She yielded to his blunt request, 

They started on a trot 

And soon they greeted Parson Robb 

Who quickly tied the knot. 



Far away in a lone valley, 
In a log house I was born, 
Beautiful meadows and wheatfields, 
Beautiful bright golden corn ; 
Oh how lovely, O how sublime ! 
Fond recollections I cheris'h 
Of happy days when a boy, 
O that I might be permitted 
Those days once more to enjoy. 

Orchards with bright golden apples, 
Peaches and cherries and plums, 
How that dear scene of my boyhood, 
Vividly to my mind comes ! 
Oh how I long, O how I long ! 
How I now long to behold that 
Scene of my happy old home, 
Once more to tread in those meadows 
Where I when young oft did roam. 

On the hilltop in the distance, 
Stood the old church made of stone, 
In which we heard about Jesus 
Who for our sins did atone ; 
Oh how I long, O how I long ! 
How I long once more to listen 
To those sweet voices which sang 
Praises to Him who redeemed us, 
Till the old church fairly rang. 

But they no longer are singing 
In that church for they all sleep 
Peacefully in the old graveyard, 


Thoughts of them now make me weep ; 

how I long, O how I long! 

1 long to lay down life's burden 
And in that graveyard to sleep, 
And meet those dear friends in glory, 
Where no one ever shall weep. 


Hardened and conscienceless, 

Heart filled with worldliness, 
What must thy thoughts from morn till eve be? 

You, by your craftiness, 

Rob the poor fatherless, 
Thing of the judgment awaiting for thee. 

Great is thy swell and pomp, 

Gayly thy children romp 
O'er the green lawns you've gotten by fraud ; 

But while they romp and play, 

Idling their time away, 
Your victims cries are ascending to God. 

There'll come a judgment day, 

When you'll be called away, 
Then your possessions will be lost to thee ; 

And you'll go down to dwell 

Deep in the hottest hell, 
Except you repent of your sins utterly. 


For me to live is Christ, 
For me to die is gain, 
For I on joyful wing shall fly 
To glory's bright domain. 


Therefore, I would not wish 
Forever to remain 
Here in this weary world and e'er 
To suffer grief and pain. 

Nor would I wish to go 
Before my Lord shall call, 
But rather patiently await 
On Him who rules o'er all. 

Help me, O Lord, to watch 
For thee both day and night, 
That when I sleep in death I may 
Awake to endless light. 


Fill me with thy spirit, Lord, 
That my heart may e'er be strong, 
That my faith may e'er increase 
As I daily march along 
In the sacred path of life 
In which thou my Lord hast trod, 
Leading to the pearly gates 
Of the city of our God. 

Fill me with thy spirit, Lord, 

That I may be pure within; 

Make my heart both brave and strong, 

Able to surmount all sin ; 

Give me courage, ev'ry day, 

To combat each foe I meet, 

That I may ever keep down 

Satan's host beneath my feet. 


Fill me with thy spirit, Lord, 
That I e'er may thankful he 
For the blessings, small and great, 
Which thou daily givest me ; 
May I ever keep the faith 
Of the saints who've gone before ; 
When Ive finished my work here, 
Take me to bright Canaan's shore. 


My God, in whom I trust, 
Be thou ever near me, 
I cannot for a moment stand, 
Except I lean on thee. 

Strengthen my faith, O Lord, 
That as I onward go, 
I may tread in the path which thou 
Didst tread when here below. 

Permit me ne'er to turn 
From righteousness aside, 
But guide me in the path of life, 
Be ever by my side. 

Be with me unto death, 

Conduct me safely o'er 

Dark Jordan's stream and land me safe 

On Canaan's peaceful shore. 



No other name can e'er compare 
With that the angel gave 
To him who in a manger lay, 
Born all mankind to save. 

Jesus, most precious of all names, 
A Savior, Lord and King, 
Who to all mankind here below, 
Doth full salvation bring. 

Then let our praises e'er ascend 
To Him we should adore, 
And some day we shall see his face 
On Canaan's happy shore. 

Then we will with the angels join 
In singing, Glory be 
To the blest Lamb for sinners slain, 
Now and eternallv. 


I would not be a prodigal 

And wander far away 

From my kind Father's house but would 

Forever with Him stay ; 

I would not, like the younger son, 

Leave my good peaceful home 

And plunge into the world of sin, 

In wretchedness to roam. 


But like the elder brother, I 
Would with my Father dwell 
Forever and enjoy sweet rest 
And ne'er have woes to tell. 
Some seem to like to tell how they 
Wandered away from God 
And after they came to themselves, 
Again the right path trod. 

But greater would their joy have been, 
Had they remained with God 
And through life's journey, day by day, 
The path of life had trod ; 
E'en though the prodigal returned 
And on good things did dine, 
The Father could not say to him, 
'All that I have is thine." 

But to the elder brother he 
Could say, Dear son of mine, 
'Thou are forever with me and 
All that I have is thine.' 
Dear little children, early seek 
The Savior while you may, 
Remain within your Father's house, 
Ne'er seek to turn away. 


In eighteen hundred and eighty one, 
The bicycle craze had just begun, 
The first kind were made very high, 
The price was too, but few could buy; 
We boys who worked day after day 
Out on the farm for meagre pay, 


Would watch the riders passing by 
And view their wheels with eager eye ; 
We scarce could in a summer make 
The pile of money it would take 
To buy one of those queer machines, 
But still young chaps, just in their teens, 
Will scheme and plan and find a way 
To win their point and gain the day ; 
So we three chaps one day began 
To figure and devise a plan 
How we with our scant means might buy 
One of those wheels which sold so high. 

We threw together all we had, 

Thirty dollars, we all felt sad, 

We knew it was not half enough 

To buy a wheel, 'twould take more stuff; 

We'd better let the matter go, 

We were inclined to think, when lo, 

A man came down from Hazel Dell 

Who had a wheel he wished to sell ; 

Forty dollars, he said he would take 

Then we boys all began to shake ; 

We grew excited, could we four, 

Among us raise ten dollars more? 

We tried but could raise only six, 

It put us in an awful fix. 

Must we this splendid chance let go? 

We all decidedly said, No ! 

But what more could we four boys do? 

We'd reached our limit, we well knew, 

The owner of the wheel stood by 

And watched us heave sigh after sigh ; 

He eyed us for a little spell, 

Then said. Well boys, I think I'll sell I 

Since you have all done what you can, 

I'll try to play the gentleman, 


I will 'a special bargain make, 

Give what you have and you may take 

The wheel and may you pleasure get 

And never have cause to regret 

The bargain which you make today, 

For which your hard earned cash you pay. 

Four prouder boys were never found, 

We 'hurried home with leap and bound ; 

Upon a level lawn we tried 

Each one in turn the wheel to ride ; 

It threw us often but at last 

We learned to ride it slow, then fast ; 

I now will tell the funny tale, 

How James once rode to Millersdale. 


After James had fully learned 
To ride upon the bike, 
He made a trip to Millersdale, 
Over the old turnpike. 

With those high wheels one could ride fast 
Down grade and through mud deep, 
But one could not with them ascend 
A hillside very steep. 

It 'happened on the way while James 
Was coasting down a hill, 
He heard, not very far behind, 
A noise both loud and shrill. 

Instinctively he turned around, 
Horrors ! what did he see ? 
Brown's fierce bull after him full tilt, 
Bellowing tremendously. 


While going down the hill he could 
Keep easily ahead 
Of his pursuing foe and on 
With rapid pace he sped. 

But when he came to a steep hill 
He went with slower pace, 
The bull was gaining and apeared 
Likely to win the race. 

James was almost exhausted and 
Began to quake with fear, 
He knew his fierce pursuing foe 
Must now be very near. 

He rode up to a farmer's yard 
And stopped before the gate, 
Intending to leap over it, 
Alas, he was too late ! 

There was a roar, a crash, and then 
James in the air was tossed 
And soon he realized that he 
The fence indeed had crossed. 

Half dazed he lay upon the grass. 
Things seemed to have grown dim, 
He soon revived and then beheld 
One bending over him. 

My wheel, he cried, where is my wheel? 
Down there, the man replied, 
The bull has got it round his neck, 
James' heart within him died. 

The mean old bull, he's ruined it ! 
O dear, what shall I do? 
Fear not, the farmer said, Old Brown 
Will have to square with you. 


Old Brown, who was an honest man, 
Came over that same day, 
Asked what the damage was and said, 
The 'bill he'd freely pay. 

He paid the price of a new wheel, 
Gave ten dollars beside, 
James says that he on the same terms, 
Would take another ride. 


There are many pleasant places 
In the country and the town, 
Which one cannot fail to notice 
As he journeys up and down 
Throughout this most glorious country 
Which we proudly call our own, 
Where the seeds of blessed freedom 
Many years ago were sown. 

But there is no place more pleasant 
Anywhere on land or seas, 
Than within the shady orchard, 
Neath the spreading apple trees ; 
There is no place more delightful, 
Where the summer days to pass, 
Than within the golden orchard, 
Lying on soft orchard grass. 

One can lie thus and look upward 
And behold a luscious treat 
In abundance hanging o'er you, 
Mellow apples, "Golden sweet." 


Have you ever, while thus lying, 
Seen the golden apples fall? 
If not you have missed a pleasure 
Which is greater than them all. 

Next time, during your vacation, 
Do not sail across the sea, 
But come out into the country 
And there spend the time with me, 
Roaming in the shady orchard, 
Rolling on the soft green grass, 
You will feel you're growing younger 
While vacation days you pass. 


Children, hear what I sa) r , 
While trav'ling life's pathway, 
Keep striving day by day, 

Justice to give ; 
Treat all men honestly, 
From fraud and malice flee, 
And let your motto he, 

"Live and let live." 

Ne'er to vice be a slave, 
Smite boldly the foul knave, 
Be strong, upright and brave, 

Stand for the right : 
Tread where good men have trod, 
Break the oppressors rod, 
Trust in Almighty God, 

"Be strong and fight." 

Ne'er to the tempter yield, 
Put on the sword and shield, 
Influence ever wield 

For what is pure ; 
Tread in the narrow way, 
Trust, watch, and ever pray, 
Even until death's day, 

Faithful endure. 


Beautiful manisons are being prepared 

By our Lord Jesus above, 

For all who serve him while here upon earth, 

And abide in his blest love. 

Through this dark vale we are journeying now, 
But 'twill not be long ere we 
Will this dark valley of tears leave behind, 
And with our Savior shall be. 

When we at last reach those mansions above, 

We shall behold Him who gave 

His precious life as a ransom for all, 

That he all nations might save. 

We shall behold Him upon his bright throne 
And we his glory shall see, 

And with the angels shall praise his great name 
Throughout eternity. 



Go forth therefore and teach 
All nations the blest Word, 
Go forth and to mankind proclaim 
The message of the Lord. 

Go forth, do not delay, 

It is the Lord's command, 

Go now and in his vineyard work, 

No longer idle stand. 

Go forth, do you not hear 

The Macedonian cry, 

Come bring the Gospel o'er ere we 

Poor helpless heathen die. 

Go forth and let your light 
Before the world e'er shine, 
And when you die, eternal joy, 
And glory shall be thine. 


Work daily for Jesus, 
From morning till night, 
Wherever you journey, 
Be thou a bright light ; 
Be ready and willing 
A kind word to speak 
For Jesus and ever 
Help those who are weak. 


Work daily for Jesus, 
Though you may have few 
Talents, there is something 
For each one to do; 
Be never discouraged, 
Do that which is right 
And you will find favor 
And grace in his sight. 

Work daily for Jesus, 
Be kind to the poor, 
The homeless and needy, 
Ne'er turn from your door ; 
And when your life's journey 
Is over and done, 
You will in His kingdom, 
Shine forth as the sun. 


Lord save me ere I sink 

Beneath the waves of sin, 

The threat'ning billows round me rise, 

My soul is faint within. 

Jesus, the sinner's friend, 

To a lost one draw near, 

Stretch forth thy hand and lift me up 

And banish all my fear. 

Lead me within the path 
Of righteousness and love, 
Guide thou my feet and bring me to 
That 'happy home above. 


And when I reach that home 
On that bright, radiant shore, 
My Savior and eternal King, 
I'll praise forevermore. 


Before the white man's axe e'er felled 
The lofty oaks and chestnuts near 
'My banks, the red men oft beheld 
My waters flowing pure and clear. 

My waters then flowed freely on 
Through many miles of forest dense, 
No plowed fields ever saw I then, 
Nor tracts of land enclosed by fence. 

But years passed by, the white man came 
And drove the red men far away, 
Then gradually the giant trees 
Were felled by him day after day. 

Till by and by, where once stood trees, 
The plowmen with their teams were seen, 
Who broke the ground and planted seeds, 
Producing meadows rich and green. 

And soon thereafter I beheld 
Another grand and pleasing scene ; 
Large droves of cattle were turned in 
To graze upon the meadows green. 

They ate the grass, then came to me 

And with my waters quenched their thirst ; 

Such drinkers I had never seen, 

They drank until I thought they'd burst. 


But I did not begrudge a drop 
Of what they drank, nor did I care 
How many times they came for I 
Had water plenty and to spare. 

If the white man had left things thus, 
I never would have made complaint ; 
Alas, there came a day when he 
Began my pure waters to taint ! 

He opened up coal mines which poured 
Foul sulphur water into me, 
Killed all my fishes, ah, the sight 
Was pitiful indeed to see ! 

And now I, who once proudly flowed 
Along so happy pure and free, 
Must wear a cloud upon my face, 
I'm but a drudge, foul and filthy. 

O how I long to have once more 
My waters cleansed of this foul stain, 
To see them coursing pure and free 
And see the fishes come again. 

Good people of Greensburg, arise 
In your indignation and say, 
That you this vile outrage will stop, 
And take my filthy stains away. 

And when my beauty is restored 
And I reflect the sunny sky, 
I'll greet you with a pleasant smile 
Day after day as I pass by. 



And two of them to Emmaus, 
Went forth on that same day, 
A village, from Jerusalem, 
Threescore furlongs away. 

While they with each other communed, 
Jesus drew near the spot 
Where they were, but their eyes were held 
So that they knew him not. 

And Jesus spake to them and said, 
I pray, what kind of talk, 
Tell me, is this which ye now have 
Together as ye walk? 

Amazed at him, they both stood still, 
With countenance distressed, 
Then one, whose name was Cleopas, 
The Master thus addressed, 

Dost thou, today, sojourn within 
Jerusalem alone, 

And the things which have come to pass 
These days, hast thou not known? 

And Jesus said to them, "What things ?" 
They said, as he gave heed, 
Of Jesus, who a prophet was, 
Mighty in word and deed? 


And how the rulers and chief priests 
Condemned and crucified 
Him in whom we had placed our trust, 
And on the cross he died ? 

But we, alas, had trusted that 
He should have been the one 
To save our race, this is the third 
Day since these things were done. 

And women of our company, 
Astonished us today, 
Who very early went unto 
The place where Jesus lay. 

When they did not his 'body find, 
They came to us and said, 
That angels had informed them that 
He'd risen from the dead. 

And certain of our company 
At once went to the spot 
And found it even as they said, 
But Jesus they saw not. 

He said to them, O foolish and 
Slow of heart to believe 
All that the prophets have spoken, 
Hear, and the truth receive ! 

Ought not Christ to have suffered and 
In glory have entered? 
From Moses and the prophets then 
Expounded he the Word. 

All prophecies concerning him, 
He taught them and made clear 
How all those things had been fulfilled, 
They heard with eager ear. 


And when they finally drew near 
The village where they went, 
They said to him, abide with us, 
For the day is far spent. 

He went in with them and behold 
As he sat down to meat, 
He took the bread and blest and break 
And gave to them to eat. 

Their eyes were opened and they saw 
And knew the Prince of light, 
While gazing in astonishment, 
He vanished from their sight. 

And they said, did not our heart burn 
Within us by the way, 
While he the scriptures opened to 
Us as we walked today? 

They rose and to Jerusalem 
Returned with rapid speed, 
And to the brethren there proclaimed, 
'The Lord is risen indeed." 

That happened centuries ago, 
But people still proclaim 
The same words and ever revere 
The risen Savior's name. 


Mary Ann trudged down the mountain 
With a basket on her arm, 
Hurrying, for not far distant, 
She beheld a furious storm ; 
Loud the rolling peals of thunder, 


Soon were sounding in her ear, 
Causing her to start and tremble, 
Filling her with dread and fear. 


Young men, when a tired lady asks 

You for help, for her have a care, 

If you don't she will pay you back some day, 

I know, for I have been there. 

She was weary, for her basket , 

Was quite heavy, she, all day, 

Had been gathering huckleberries, 

Faithfully had worked away 

From sunrise until the ev-ing, 

That her basket she might fill, 

Now with heavy heart and trembling, 

She was hast'ning down the hill. (Chorus.) 

Now it happened that Joe Thompson, 
A young man whom she well knew, 
Chanced just then to overtake her, 
She said, Joe, how do you do! 
Will you not help me to carry 
This Dig load, come Joe, be kind? 
Joe winked, then replied, yes, Mary, 
When I nothing else can find! (Chorus.) 

Down the hill he then ran laughing 
At poor Mary's awful plight, 
And the poor girl, wet and wearied, 
Reached her home long after night; 
But she vowed that she'd get even 
With that good for nothing man, 
She watched him from that day forward 
And began to lay her plan. (Chorus.) 


Summer passed away and autumn 

Came and still she found no way 

To get even with Joe Thompson, 

But at last there came a day 

When she paid him back with int'rest, 

At a schoolhouse near by, she 

With some other folks attended 

An old fashioned spelling bee. (Chorus.) 

Both boys and girls enjoyed themselves, 

The meeting adjourned at ten, 

And the young men asked the girls, you know, 

This one, and that one, and then, 

Joe Thompson bowed and smiled and said, 

Mary Ann, you will not mind 

If I go along? she said, Yes Joe, 

When I nothing else can find. (Chorus.) 


A wonderful man was Henry Kimball, 
A genius of the first class, 
He might have become very famous, 
Had he but refused the first glass. 

He was one of the best carriage painters 
The old burg of Green ever had, 
But like many another bright fellow, 
Drank recklessly and turned out bad. 

Henry Kimball possessed wit and humor 
That was equal to that of Mark Twain, 
And he might become equally famous, 
If he'd sober and honest remain. 


He's serving a sentence in prison, 
Down in the east part of the state, 
We hope he will come to his senses 
And reform before 'tis too late. 

O Henry, brace up now in earnest 
And make of yourself yet a man, 
Leave all your bad habits behind you, 
Put your trust in the Lord and you can. 

Just think of the good you'll accomplish, 
The many hearts you will make glad 
When they see one now upright and honest, 
Who once was so reckless and bad. 

For you, dear Henry, we are praying 
And hoping that you will return 
And henceforth be upright and honest 
And crime and dishonesty spurn. 

May the blessing of God rest upon you 
And His grace abundant be given, 
That you ever hereafter may serve Him 
And be rewarded in heaven. 


Lord Jesus, risen from the dead, 
Thou art the ever living Head 
Of thy Church in this world below, 
From whom all living blessings flow. 

Pour out thy Spirit on us Lord, 

Assembled here with one accord, 

To of thy sacrament partake, 

Which we do for thine own name's sake. 


Lord, evermore may we be fed 
Upon that sacred living bread 
Which down from heaven above came, 
Lord, we receive it in thy name. 

Thou Son of man, once lifted up, 
Give us to drink of that blest cup, 
Thy blood of the New Covenant, 
This blessing", Lord, to us now grant. 

May we thus ever eat and drink 
Until we stand on Jordan's brink, 
Then with our souls cleansed from all sin, 
To glory may we enter in. 


Savior of all mankind who died 
That we poor sinners all might live ; 
Who for our sins was crucified, 
Receive the thanks we freely give. 

Unworthy were we to receive 
The gift which thou O God didst give, 
That all who will in Him believe, 
Will with their Lord forever live. 

Lord may we more and more each day, 
Appreciate this gift of thine, 
And tread the straight and narrow way 
And in thy kingdom ever shine. 


And as we journey in the way 
Which thou our Lord and King hast trod, 
May we, like John, to others say, 
Behold the Christ, the Lamb of God. 


"Rejoice in the Lord always, 

Again I say rejoice ;" 

Praise Him from morn till ev-ning, 

Praise Him with heart and voice ; 

Rejoice, for He triumphant, 

Has risen from the dead, 

And at God's right hand reigneth, 

Our ever living Head. 

Rejoice, for lo He cometh 
Down to the earth again, 
In glory with the angels, 
He comes to judge all men; 
O may we all be numbered 
With those at his right hand, 
Washed in the blood of Jesus, 
In glory we shall stand. 


Dear Father, what are we 
That thou should'st show thy love 
In sending thy beloved Son 
Down from thy home above 


Into this world of sin, 
To have an humble birth ; 
To suffer and thereby redeem 
All nations of the earth? 

Father, we know that we 

Did not thy love deserve, 

For we were sinful creatures and 

Did not thee rightly serve ; 

Twas not that we had earned 

Such great reward, but by 

Thy grace were we redeemed from sin, 

Be thou exalted high. 


On a mountain by the sea, 

In the land of Galilee 
With five loaves and two small fishes Jesus fed 

A vast multitude of men, 

All did eat their fill and then, 
With hearts filled with gratitude they gladly said, 

He who did the hungry feed, 
Is that prophet, great indeed, 

Which should come into this world to save us all ; 
Let us all with heart and voice, 
Praise our Savior and rejoice 

That He came to rescue sinners from the fall. 

That was many years ago, 

When he journeyed to and fro 
In that blessed holy land of Galilee ; 

But he still our souls doth feed, 

Satisfying ev'ry need, 
He who pitied them now pities you and me. 


When our souls are faint and weak, 

We need only to him speak 
And to him make known our wants both great and small ; 

From his glorious throne above, 

He will send his bounteous love 
Which will satisfy the longings of us all. 


Blessed Savior, I implore thee, 
Send thy Spirit down upon me, 
Give me wisdom, give me power 
To fight Satan ev'ry hour. 

Give me strength and inspiration, 
Help me to resist temptation ; 
Make thou my talents to increase 
And guide me in the paths of peace. 

Keep thou me faithful all my days, 
May my last words be of sweet praise 
To thee my Savior, and then bear 
Me to those mansions bright and fair. 


Lift up your eyes, look on the fields, 
Behold already they are white ; 
The sheaves should all be gathered in 
Before there falls the shades of night. 

Why stand ye idle all the day, 

Do you not hear the Master's call, 

Go forth into the harvest fields, 

Gather the sheaves both °reat and small? 


The day advances and the sun 
Has risen high, it soon will set, 
Haste then to work for many sheaves 
Are lying round, not gathered yet. 

Work until the last golden sheaf 
Rests safely in the sacred hold, 
Then thou shalt rest forever in 
That city with streets of pure gold. 


O come and humbly bow 
Before God's glorious throne, 
Accept the mercy of our Lord 
And him your Savior own. 

Come, cast your burden on 
The Lord, he will sustain 
And will henceforth deliver you 
From misery and pain. 

Do not reply to him, 
For this time go thy way, 
Tomorrow it may be too late, 
Come while'tis called today. 


Old Senator Jones was a millionaire, 
He had plenty to eat and plenty to wear, 
His family lived in the grandest of style, 
In a beautiful mansion that cost quite a pile. 

He owned some fine horses and often would go 

Out for a long drive in a fine tallyho, 

As his beautiful horses went prancing along, 

They were greatly admired by the onlooking throng. 


The senator's family, I scarce need to tell, 

Stood high in society that we call swell, 

And to keep with the style they oft had to do 

Things that were quite wrong, as they very well knew. 

And one of their sins, which my very soul shocked, 
Was, that they had all of their horses' tails docked ; 
Those beautiful horses with bright glossy rumps, 
Went prancing along with their short tail stumps. 

One night the old senator could not sleep well, 
Just what was the matter he never could tell ; 
While dosing a little he had a strange dream, 
Which he said, while relating, very real did seem. 

He dreamed he was out at his barn and while there, 
Thought he heard some persons conversing somewhere ; 
He opened his barn door and then stepped inside, 
What he saw caused his eyes to open quite wide. 

His two bay horses, named Dewey and Lue, 
Stood there conversing just like people do ; 
The senator listened to them with bowed head 
And these were the words which the two horses said. 


O Lue, I've felt dreadfully mean since the day 
Those mean fellows took my long tail away ; 
You cannot imagine how awkward it feels 
To have no long tail hanging down at one's heels. 

That master of mine, the old hypocrite, 
Ev'ry Sunday will go to his church and will sit 
And this Scripture so plain, not move him the least, 
"A good man regardeth the life of his beast." 


Regardeth indeed, he has not the least 

Regard for us or any other dumb beast, 

For how could a man with a heart but feel shocked, 

To see his poor horses go with their tails docked? 

When that fellow came and cut off my tail, 
The pain was intense, I let out a wail, 
But there was not one in the crowd I could see, 
Except a young girl, who had pity on me. 

Had my heels been loose I'd have made that man fly 
Up into the air about twenty feet high ; 
I would like to have sent him away down below, 
Where all dockers of horse tails are likely to go. 


Yes Dewey, indeed all is true that you say, 
Since my tail has been docked I've felt the same way; 
When those tormenting flies sit aloft on my back 
And I have no tail to hit them a whack. 

When they cut off my tail I heard a man say, 

My friend, you should not treat a poor horse that way, 

The senator said, as he smiled broad and grim, 

what does it matter? it does not hurt him. 

1 wish some one would cut through his thumb nail, 
Then he would know just how it hurt my poor tail; 
How I wish the great men of our nation all felt 
Concerning this thing like Mr. Roosevelt. 

But what does this wicked old senator care 
How we or all other poor horses may fare? 
He'll do anything that is mean, low and vile, 
Just to keep his vain family always in style. 


But a very great change will take place some day, 
When this hard-hearted senator passes away; 
For he'll go to a place where he'll no more dock tails, 
Where he, not the horses, will utter the wails. 

These words were more than the old man could bear- 
He trembled all over and said, I declare J 
From henceforth my horses shall not lose their tails, 
Nor shall I e'er hear any more piteous wail's. 

I wish that each proud old society chap 
Might, like the old senator, have such a nap, 
And dream such a dream that would his soul shock, 
That he never again would a horse's tail dock. 


Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up ! 
A little cricket sang, 
His voice came strong and steady, 
His music sweetly rang 
Within my dreary study, 
Where I sat musing sadly 
O'er hard times and poor wages 
And churches faring badly. 

Thought I, how hard I struggle 
W'ithin this mission field, 
For fifty dollars monthly, 
'Twill not a living yield ; 
How I must plan and worry 
To build this mission up, 
Hark, hear the cricket singing, 
Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up ! 


The Mission Board and Classis 
Seem not the least to care 
How much we toil and worry, 
Or how our children fare ; 
But they are always careful 
One duty to discharge, 
They see that Superintendents 
Get sal'ries fat and laree. 


I sat there thus, lamenting 
And pond'ring o'er my lot ; 
Here we keep daily toiling, 
The church not caring what 
Great burdens we are bearing, 
How bitter is our cup ; 
That cricket still keeps singing, 
Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up ! 

There, just across the river, 
Another preacher lives, 
His work is not so irksome, 
The Board of Missions gives 
To him a larger salary, 
And he a single man, 
Say, do you call that justice? 
Answer me if you can. 

Cheer up, cheer up,, cheer up ! 
The cricket still sings on, 
He has no house or money, 
The soft grass on the lawn 
Alone affords him shelter 
Throughout the night and day. 
Yet, thoroughly contented, 
He sits and sings away. 


Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up ! 
Well, if he can sing thus, 
I will not sit here longer 
And kick and make a fuss ; 
What if the Board or Classis 
Care nothing 'how I fare, 
He who cares for the cricket, 
For me will also care. 


I wonder when men first began 
To do things mean and base? 
I'm sure I cannot tell, I s'pose 
It's always been the case. 

The first mean man we read about, 
Was Adam's oldest son 
Who killed his brother, then I s'pose 
Was when mean tricks begun. 

And ever since that time mean men 
Have very plenty been* 
Each age has furnished multitudes 
Addicted to this sin. 

Some men are very mean indeed 
And others not so mean ; 
Who knows who is the meanest man? 
No one can tell, I ween? 

Look in the mean man's catalogue, 
A great long list it gives, 
'Tis large, but I can tell you who's 
As mean a man as lives. 


You needn't tear your eyes so wide 
And look at me that way ; 
I'm not a joking, no not I, 
I mean just what I say. 

The man who keeps a poultry yard 
Without a fence around, 
And lets his chickens run about 
Upon his neighbor's ground, 

And when he sees that his whole flock, 
Annoyance daily gives, 
And does not stop them, such a man's 
As mean a man as lives. 

And when he sets a lot of hens, 
Which broods of chickens hatch 
And lets the whole flock run into 
His neighbor's garden patch, 

And sees them eating, ev'ry day, 
Tomatoes, all they can, 
Say, show me if you can, where 1 
Can find a meaner man? 

Perhaps you think I'm too severe, 
Well, I do not think so ; 
Just how it feels to be annoyed 
By chickens, I well know. 

I tell you friends, I've been compelled 
To drink this bitter cup ; 
If you don't want to be called mean, 
Go pen your chickens up. 



And after six days Jesus took 
With him his chosen three, 
And went into a mountain high, 
Were they 'beheld that he 
Transfigured was, his face did shine 
As radiant as the sun, 
His raiment white as light became 
And fear seized ev'ry one. 

And Moses and Elijah then 
Were both seen to appear, 
And Peter said, "Master, it is 
Good for us to be here ;" 
And Master, if it be thy will, 
Then let us make booths, three, 
Moses one, and Elijah one, 
And also one for thee. 

And suddenly a cloud appeared 
And over them was spread, 
And they, on entering into it, 
Were filled with fear and dread ; 
Forth from the radiant cloud there came 
A voice, saying to them, 
'This is my beloved Son," 
My chosen, "hear ye him." -* 

Help us, dear Lord, to daily look 
Towards Mount Zion's height 
And with the eyes of faith behold 
Thy glory shining bright; 


And when a cloud o'ershadows us 
And ev'rything seems dim, 
May we then hear thy words, This is 
My chosen, hear ye him. 


Young Roger Brown and William White, 

Went to Pittsburg and both got tight ; 

They both went stagg'ring down the street 

They yelled until they chanced to meet 

A big policeman dressed in blue, 

Said he, I'll show you what # to do ; 

And as he spoke he seized them both, 

And said, come on, but they were loathe 

To leave their sport, so they began 

To tussle with the policeman ; 

Brown sent his helmet in the air, 

While White began to pull his hair, 

Just then another policeman, 

To his assistance quickly ran, 

And drawing forth his heavy mace, 

He struck young White square in the face 

And on Brown rained a heavy blow 

Which laid the drunken rascal low. 

In the lockup both spent the night 

And paid a fine for getting tight; 

Now if these men will lessons learn 

And from henceforth save what they earn 

And both live honest and upright 

And never while they live get tight, 

They yet may do a site of good 

For tem'prance in their neighborhood ; 

Come, wake up Brown, come, wake up White, 

Go sign the temp'rance pledge tonight. 



I go away, the Savior said, 
But I will come again, 
In glory with the angel hosts, 
I'll come to judge all men. 

The earth with fervent heat shall melt, 
The heavens shall be rolled 
Together as a mighty scroll, 
And all things be dissolved. 

Heaven and earth shall pass away 
And both be formed anew, 
Within their borders evermore, 
Shall dwell the just and true. 

Watch ye, therefore, for no man knows 
The day when He shall come ; 
Be ready then your Lord to meet 
And He'll conduct you home. 


Let us not be weary in 
Well doing for we shall reap 
In due season if we strive 
Daily his precepts to keep. 


We shall reap if we faint not, 
Let us ever then 'be true 
To our Lord and faithfully 
Do whate'er he bids us do. 

Even though the work may be 
Difficult and full of care, 
Let us work and hope and trust, 
God is with us ev'rywhere. 

Let us ever onward push 
Till we lay our burden down 
At the feet of Jesus Christ 
And receive the golden crown. 


Give unto the Lord all glory, 
Praise and honor, he alone 
Is worthy of adoration, 
For our sins he did atone. 

He it was who came from heaven 
And dwelt in this sin cursed earth, 
Took upon himself our nature 
An assumed an humble birth. 

Praise his name and ever serve him, 
On his name ever believe, 
Honor, praise and adoration 
He is worthy to receive. 



And I looked toward Mount Zion 
And behold upon it stood 
The Lamb who was slain for sinners, 
Who redeemed them with his blood ; 
And with him an hundred, forty 
And four thousand creatures came, 
On their foreheads there was written 
God the Father's holy name. 

And I heard a voice from 'heaven, 
Like the voice of a great flood, 
They were all a new song singing, 
As before the throne they stood; 
And before the beasts and elders 
And no man could learn that song 
But the forty and four thousand, 
Which composed the redeemed throng. 

May we, Lord, ever keep looking 
To the Lamb on Zion's height, 
May our eyes be fixed upon him, 
Guide us in the path of right, 
And may we thus ever journey, 
Till we stand on Zion's mount, 
And there drink of that pure water 
Flowing from the sacred fount. 



Savior as we bow before 
Thy blest throne and thee adore, 
When upon thy name we call, 
Let thy spirit on us fall. 

With thy spirit us baptize, 
Open our sin blinded eyes, 
Help us that we may to thee 
Come in deep sincerity. 

Holy, blessed Trinity, 
Three in one, and one in three, 
Day by day upon us send 
Blessings that shall never z^A 


Thou God of mercy, thou alone 
Canst hope and comfort give ; 
Where'er thy saving grace is known. 
Each soul in peace may live. 

Thy grace, O God, is free to all, 
Thou turnest none away, 
Upon mankind thou dost let fall 
Rich blessings day by day. 

For thy rich grace, we praise thy name 
And carrolls to thee sing, ~ 
For Jesus who to this world came 
And did salvation bring. 


To thee, great God, our hearts we'll raise 
And all join in the song, 
Until we end our earthly days 
And join the heavenly throng. 


Composed in 10 minutes Aug. 20, 1906. 



Lift up thy countenance, O Lord, 
On us and give us peace ; 
From all the bitter pangs of sin, 
O Lord, grant us release. 

Lord, let thy glory shine upon 
Our hearts and make us strong, 
That we may praise thee ev'ry day 
With joyful mirth and song. 

Guide thou our feet each day aright, 
As we our journey make 
Through this vile world of sin and shame, 
Grant all for thy name's sake. 


The pearly gates of heaven stand 
Wide open all the day, 
And all may enter in who tread 
The straight and narrow way. 


Those gates are never shut by day, 
And there is no night there ; 
There pilgrims enter, on their way 
To heaven bright and fair. 

Many of our dear friends have passed 
In through those gates so fair, 
Into the city and have cast 
Away all earthly care. 

We long to pass those pearly gates 
And tread the streets of gold, 
In Zion's city, where awaits 
For us blessings untold. 


We love our God because he first 
Loved us and sent his son to be 
A sacrifice for us, and bare 
Our sins upon the accursed tree. 

What greater love hath man than this, 
That for his friends he should lay down 
His life, thus Jesus did and wore 
Upon his head the thorny crown. 

O blessed be his holy name ; 
Let all praise him forevermore ; 
Come, let us bow and worship him 
Who in our stead the curses bore. 


Come, let us throughout life e'er walk 
Within the straight and narrow way, 
And fix our eyes on Jesus who 
Will guide us on to perfect day. 


Lord, with a guilty soul 
I stand before thee now, 
With shame and deep humility, 
Before thy throne I bow. 

Not but thy blood can cleanse 
This guilty soul of mine ; 
O Jesus, wash away my sin, 
Make me forever thine. 

O let me ne'er again 

Fall into sin and shame; 

Help me, O Lord, to watch and call 

Daily upon thy name. 

Keep me faithful until 
Death's hand shall lay me down ; ; 
Then may I at thy throne receive 
The everlasting crown. 


It was in the old school house in the country years ago, 

On a beautiful November moonlit night, 

That we boys and girls were hast'ning with our faces all 

And our young hearts overflowing with delight. 


We were going to the place to an old time spelling bee, 

And a good time was looked forward to by all, 

We were feeling happy and went our way with joy and 

glee, ^ 
And some lively jokes by many were let fall. 

That old frame school house was filled to its full capacity, 
With a crowd of merry happy girls and boys, 
Like a flock of singing birds from their prison just set free, 
That old house fairly resounded with their noise ; 
When the master tapped the bell quietness at once pre- 
And the audience was seated orderly ; 
Then the master two captains from the audience def.iiled 
To arrange the sides for the grand spelling bee. 

Then the spelling race began and continued till the last 

Champion of the spelling contest down had g'one, 

Thus we spent the time until fully an hour or more had 

Then the happy crowd retired to the lawn ; 
There a monstrous ring was formed, boys and girls joined 

hand in hand, 
While a handsome young man started on the round 
Till he reached the girl he thought was the fairest in the 

Touched her, then began a race across the ground. 

Yes, of course, he did pretend to run very fast indeed, 

But the handsome girl ran faster far than he ; 

Like a hunted deer she ran at a rapid rate of speed 

And the fugitive was captured presently ; 

Arm in arm they journeyed back to the place where she 

had stood, 
Both their hearts beating with happiness and bliss, 
When they reached the open space, .close to his she held 

her face, 
Then was heard a loud smack, something bout like this. 


One night my sister Jane by a handsome man was caught, 

Who 'had taken of tobacco a fresh chew ; 

After they had walked around and had halted near the 

W'hen he bent and kissed her she cried out, Phew-w ! 
Then she looked fiercely at him like an angry little dog 
And replied to him while feeling very sore, 
You are net a gentleman, you're a big tobacco hog 
And I'll never, never kiss you any more. 

You swell city dudes may think we were very green and 

But you know not what a grand treat you 'have missed,. 
If to such a spelling bee you have never been and oft 
Played at ring and by the handsome girls been kissed ; 
No matter what you think, I for one will ever say, 
There is one thing that my very soul enjoys ; 
'Tis the pleasant memories of that happy bygone day, 
I was numbered with those awkward country boys. 


John Turner was a broker 

With face solemn and grave ; 

It seems his whole attention 

W'as bent on how to save 

More money still, though thousands 

Already he possessed ; 

It seemed his mind was centered 

On grabbing- for the rest. 

George Simpson, a stone mason, 
Well known in that same place, 
For many years had noticed 
John Turner's solemn face ; 


He cracked jokes in his presence 
Laughed loudly oft, but while 
He joked and laughed, John Turner 
Ne'er once was seen to smile. 

He told his wife about it, 

I've known John ten years now, 

He's ne'er once laughed, I wonder 

If he does not know how? 

I've joked when in his presence 

Till man, woman and child 

Laughed heartily, but Turner 

Never as much as smiled. 

One day, in haste, young Simpson 
Rushed home and said, O wife, 
Today I saw the greatest 
Event of my whole life ! 
And what was that, dear husband? 
She answered hastily, 
You seem to be excited, 
What can the matter be? 

I must confess it almost 
Took my breath, answered he, 
Because I came upon it 
So unexpectedly ; 
What is it, George, do tell me, 
That has surprised you so? 
Well now, said he, I'll tell yon, 
You'll laugh, of course, I know. 

As I passed by the court house, 
I saw old Judge McKee 
And Turner near him standing 
And laughing heartily. 


Now, is it any wonder 
The scene excited me? 
I did not think I'd ever 
The like in this world see. 

I shall, next time I meet him, 
Demand of Judge McKee, 
What he said that caused Turner 
To laugh so heartily ; 
It must have been quite funny, 
Something extremely so ; 
I must not fail to learn it, 
'Twill be worth while to know. 


Sail thou, proud bird of the forest so dense, 
Above the tall pines on the mountains so high ; 
From thy haunts in the thicket depart thee now hence, 
Game season approaches, the hunter is nigh. 

From morning till ev'ning for thee he is seeking, 

He knows the traits of the wild turkey full well ; 

Soon the blade of his knife in thy blood will be reeking, 

Then haste from thy haunts, no more in them dwell. 

Spread abroad thy strong wings, mount high in the air, 
Beware lest thou leave any tracks in the snow; 
Soar to the bleak rocks where no hunter will dare 
To attempt to ascend from the valley below. 

Haste then for the day of Christmas draws nigh, 
A moment's delay may make it too late, 
And tomorrow may see thee all featherless lie 
Headless and steaming on some rich man's plate. 



Phew-ew, phew-ew, phew-ew-ew-eu 
Do you hear that music boys? 
Hear the doors and windows rattle, 
My, but isn't it a noise ! 

Phew-ew, phew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew ! 
'Tis the storm of equinox ; 
Boys, go out into the stable, 
Bed the horses and the ox. 

Phew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew ! 

My, it nearly knocks me o'er ! 

It seems to pierce me through the skin, 

Ere I reach the stable door. 

Softly now, phew-ew, phew-ew ! 
Now I'll make a skip and dash 
To the house and at the table, 
I'll enjoy my bowl of hash. 

Phew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew ! 

Rough again as it can be, 

I thought that I would surely beat him, 

But he was too quick for me. 

Phew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew ! 
Quickly close the kitchen door, 
You must play inside now children 
Till the equinox is o'er. 

Phew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew ! 
Phew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew ! 
Ha, old storm, we're safely sheltered, 
We're not at all afraid of you ! 


Phew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew ! 

All night he keeps a raging 

While around the hearth we're romping, 

In joyful games engaging. 

Phew-ew-ew-ew, phew-ew-ew-ew ! 
Gently he sings us to sleep, 
While in cozy beds we're snoring, 
He all night at work will keep. 



By the side of a small brooklet, 
Near a forest large and wild, 
Stood a little white frame structure, 
There I lived when a small child. 

Near the house, beneath a hillock, 
W T as the mouth of a coalpit ; 
Day by day the men kept hauling 
Tons of coal away from it. 

At the edge of the large forest 
Stood a giant hick'ry tree, 
Neath its cheerful shade we childrer 
Passed the time most pleasantly. 

Oft upon a summer ev 'ning, 

We would gather there and sing; 

Some would romp and chase, while others 

Took a ride upon the swing. 


Our swing was a hick'ry sapling 
Split at one end where a seat 
Made of plank was firmly fastened, 
'Twas in width about three feet. 

Two would mount the seat and upward, 
Fully thirty feet and more, 
They with laughter and with shouting, 
On that wooden swing would soar. 

Many years have passed, but mem'ries 
Of those days still cling to me ; 
Mem'ries which I'll fondly cherish 
Till from care death sets me free. 


Come, sit down with me, little boys, 

Just for a little spell ; 

Come, for a moment cease your noise, 

While I a tale will tell ; 

It is a tale about a boy, 

It is a tale that's true, 

The boy wore patches on his knees, 

The same as some of you. 

This little boy a father had, 

But might as well had none, 

For he indeed was very bad, 

And cruel to his son ; 

But lie a Christian mother had 3 

Who very patiently 

Endured her lot and for that lad 

Cared very tenderly. 


When he was only ten years old, 

His father made him go, 

Before daylight, through storm and cold, 

Into coal mines and so 

From that day forth that boy was kept 

Away from school, poor lad, 

His mother often for him wept, 

And said it was too bad. 

But that young lad was brave and strong, 

His courage ne'er gave way ; 

For daily, as he toiled along, 

He ne'er forgot to pray ; 

He prayed to God daily to give 

Him patience to endure 

His lot so 'hard and let him live 

A life honest and pure. 

And while he prayed he also worked, 

His spare moments were spent 

In studying, he never shirked 

His work, but was intent 

On gaining knowledge, and at last 

That lad grew up to be 

A man of learning and was classed 

High in authority. 

And now, my lads, I've told my tale, 

And much I hope that you 

Will not your poverty bewail, 

But go to work and do 

Like that small lad, e'er strive to learn 

Something useful each day, 

That you a name also may earn, 

Trust in the Lord alwav. 


When Jesus was a little child 

The same age I am now, 

He was so gentle, meek and mild 

And ev'ry day did bow 

Quite meekly to his Father's will, 

His mother he obeyed ; 

Her wishes he sought to fulfill 

When he with children played. 

So Jesus did, and so ought we, 

We should always obey 

Our Father's voice and ever be 

Willing to work and pray ; 

Like Jesus, who was good and kind, 

We ought to be kind too, 

And ev'ry day should bear in mind 

W'hat he wants us to do. 


When Jesus was a baby, 
There came to him three kings 
Who brought him pretty presents, 
Nice gold and other things. 

I come to thee, dear Jesus, 
I have no gold to bring, 
I give myself forever 
To thee, my Savior King. 



"If ye then with Christ be risen, 
Seek those things which are above," 
Where Christ at God's right hand sitteth, 
Whom all should adore and love. 

Set your heart and your affection 
On the things which are above ; 
Set them not on earthly treasures, 
But on Christ where all is love. 

For your life with Christ is hidden 
In God who hath all things made, 
Let not then your heart be troubled, 
Neither let it be afraid. 

When Christ shall appear ye also 
Shall appear in glory and 
With him reign fore'er in heaven, 
In the glorious promised land. 


Tis not through fear of punishment, 

That I serve thee, O Lord, 

But 'tis because thou didst reveal 

To us in thy blest word, 

Thy love to man through Jesus Christ 

And didst through him assure 

Us that thou wouldst completely clcunse 

Our hearts and make them pure. 


I serve thee, Lord, because I love 
Thee with my heart and mind, 
Because thou didst die to redeem 
People of ev'ry kind ; 
O may my love to thee increase 
And may my light so shine 
That others may thy goodness see 
And be forever thine. 


Lord, let thy holy light 

Shine in my heart ; 
Radiant and ever bright, 

That nought may part 
My soul fore'er from thee, 
With tender care guide me, 
Ev'rywhere with me be, 

Dwell in my heart. 

Thy Holy Spirit pour 

Upon my heart, 
That I may nevermore 

From thee depart ; 
Lord, let thy tender grace, 
Save a poor fallen race, 
Prepare a resting place 

For ev'rv heart. 


Come, let us to the Lord return, 
He hath torn and he will us heal ; 
Come, let us not his mercies spurn 
Which his word doth to us reveal. 


Let us return unto the Lord, 
He hath smitten and he will bind 
Us up, he promised in his Word, 
We should through 'him salvation find. 

Let us follow to know our God 
Who doth the precious promise give, 
If we walk in the path he trod, 
We shall with him forever live. 


Jesus, I will forever live 

To thee my Savior and my Lord, 

Who doth to ev'ry sinner give 

Comfort and joy through thy blest Word. 

E'en though my sins as scarlet be 
And I by them am plunged in woe, 
Still thy blest Word doth say to me, 
They shall be made white as the snow. 

Thanks be to thee, O God, for this 
Blessed assurance thou dost give, 
That I with thee in joy and bliss, 
In heaven shall forever live. 

To thee, O God, the Father, Son, 
And Holy Spirit, 'blessed three, 
One God in three and three in one, 
Be glory through eternity. 



Jesus, King of glory, reigns, 
He who once dwelt here below, 
Suffered for the sins of men, 
Saved them from eternal woe. 

Mocked by enemies was he, 
Rudely scourged and crucified 
For poor sinners such as we, 
For our sins the Savior died. 

Death could not over him have 
Dominion for the third^day 
He triumphantly arose, 
And death's terrors drove away. 

Now, at God's right hand he sits 
And for all mankind there pleads 
With the Father day by day, 
For poor sinners intercedes. 


Lord, many trials come 

To meet me ev'ry day, 

As I pursue my journey here, 

They meet me on the way. 

Lord, they are heavy too, * 
I know I could not bear 
Them for a day, could I not go 
To thee in earnest prayer. 


Alone, they soon would crush 
Me down in deep despair, 
I fear them not, I know that thou 
Art with me ev'ryWhere. 

Lord Jesus, with me stay 

Lest I grow faint and fall, 

For thou alone art my great strength, 

My God, my Lord, my all. 


O weary sinner, come and cast 
Thy burden on the Lord ; 
Trust in the promise which he gives 
Thee in his precious Word. 

His promises are ever true, 
His laws righteous and just, 
Come then, and worship at his feet 
And in him ever trust. 

Then, cast your burden upon him, 
And he will thee sustain 
And from thy heart he will remove 
Sin's foul and filthy stain. 


Old Mr. Fouse and wife one nigiht 
Awoke and both were filled with fright. 

In terror Mrs. said, O Fouse, 

Hear that strange noise within the house ! 


Tis 'burglars sure, the old man said, 
Come, let us hide beneath the bed ! 

The noise increased and Mr. Fouse 
Aroused the members of the house. 

Each to a window quickly sped, 

Each sash was raised, out popped each head. 

Much as a pack of hounds would yelp, 
With one accord they cried for help. 

The state policemen hear the cry, 

They mount their steeds and quickly fly. 

They reach the place all out of breath 
And find old Fouse nigh scared to death. 

He heaves a sigh of sweet relief 
As they look round to find the thief. 

They sought the place whence came the sound, 
And lo the awful thief was found. 

They enter through the pantry door, 
Then loudly they with laughter roar. 

With a stone jar fast on his head, 
There lay the cat now well nigh dead. 

The officers at once released 

The frightened, helpless little beast. 

The family went back to bed, 
The troopers to their barracks sped. 


Be sure next time now, Mr. Fouse, 
That there are burglars in your house, 

Before you make a fuss and rout 
Your neighbors from their slumbers out. 


Little Sammy bumped his nose, 
Then he began to yell, 
His mother kissed it tenderly 
And soon his nose was well. 

Susie touched a red hot stove, 
Then sihe began to cry, 
But mamma blew gently on it 
And soon her tears were dry. 

Tommy tumbled down the stairs 
And hurt his head one night ; 
O, how he cried ! but mamma's kiss 
Made ev'rything all right. 

I often wonder what we'd do 

If mammas were no more, 

What would we do when heads get bumped, 

When little hands got sore ? 

I'm sure 'twould be a weary world 
If mammas were all gone ; 
'Twould be a gloomy, endless night 
And day would never dawn. 


How thankful then we ought to be 
For dear mamma's sweet kiss, 
For ev'ry day it brings to us 
Sweet happiness and bliss. 


Men did some brave and daring deeds 

During our Civil War, 

Which orators delight to tell, 

Which bards have sung afar ; 

'Tis right that we thus honor them, 

For they our Union saved 

And for four years faced death itself 

And many hardships braved. 

But why give all the honor to 
The men who faced the gun, 
And oft forget their noble wives 
Who too have 'brave deeds done? 
Give heed now while I tell of her 
Who did a noble deed 
And nobly served her country when 
It was in deepest need. 

Wihen rebel guns poured shot and shell 
Upon Fort Sumter, then 
Responsive to the call there came 
Three hundred thousand men ; 
Among them was a young man who 
From old Westmoreland came, 
Who left behind a noble wife 
And Leah was her name. 


Not only her, but children, yes, 

One, two, three, four and five ; 

No money could he leave with them 

To keep them all alive ; 

Thus left without a dollar, what 

Could that poor woman do? 

But she to the emergency, 

Through all those years proved true. 

Out in the corner of a field, 
A little log hut stood, 
Erected many years before, 
Out of hewn logs of wood ; 
With her five children, to that hut, 
That brave young woman went, 
There she, during the war, the days 
In toil and patience spent. 

From sunrise till sunset she toiled, 

Out in the fields that she 

Might her five darling children keep 

From want and misery ; 

She hoed the corn, she cut the wheat, 

She helped to haul the hay, 

And thus through all the summer long, 

She toiled day after day. 

Winter came on, the conflict raged, 

Cold January came, 

And still the bloody war went on 

Day after day the same ; 

The cold winds howled throughout the night, 

Making a dismal sound, 

The snow in huge flakes fell until 

It covered thick the ground. 


Sickness came into that home, 

Soon Lizzie 'breathed her last; 

Ah, 'twas indeed a dreadful gloom 

That o'er that home was cast ! 

The father many miles away, 

Down south, they knew not where, 

And that poor mother crushed with grief 

O'er iher dead darling there. 

Ah, those were days of bitter grief 

And misery and woe ! 

Just what they suffered, you and I 

Will never truly know ; 

While time shall last, we ever should 

Honor the boys in blue, 

But at the same time don't forget 

To honor their wives too. 


The following is a true story according to a tradition 
of our family. The captive girl was my father's great 

Into Westmoreland county's wilds, 

There came long years ago, 

Brave settlers from the eastern lands, 

To face the redskin foe ; 

They cleared the land, they tilled the soil, 

They caused rich crops to grow, 

But to accomplish this, oftimes 

Their blood in streams did flow. 


Rude cabins of plain logs were built, 

In which these settlers dwelt 

And while the redskins hostile were, 

Secure they never felt ; 

And many times did Indian bands 

Come forth with sudden bound 

And with their guns and tomahawks 

Would torture slay and wound. 

Among those settlers was a man 
Who dwelt in a small hut, 
His own hands had erected it 
With wood which he had cut ; 
He had a wife and children, two, 
A bright young girl and boy, 
Who to their parents daily brought 
Sweet comfort, peace and joy. 

One day the father early went 

To take a grist to mill ; 

Two hours after he had gone, 

There rang out loud and shrill, 

A dreadful whoop and instantly 

A band of Indians rushed 

Into the hut and cruelly 

The mother's skull they crushed. 

The boy and girl were quickly bound 
And off the redskins sped, 
The father afterwards returned 
And found his poor wife dead ; 
As he beheld her lying there, 
Her face dyed red with gore, 
He vowed that he would be revenged 
Before two davs were o'er. 


He seized his gun and quickly from 

The scene of horror fled ; 

One thought alone was in his mind, 

Vengeance upon the head 

Of ev'ry redskin who had helped 

To murder his dear wife, 

I'll wreak it, said he to himself, 

Or forfeit my own life. 

Then, through the forest, cautiously, 

He sped as fast as he could, 

Nor ihalted until he had reached 

The home of Captain Good ; 

To Captain Good, in a few words, 

He told the awful tale, 

And soon he, with a squad of men, 

Was hard upon the trail. 

On, on they sped, nor did they cease 

Pursuit during that night ; 

Towards morning they perceived ahead, 

A glaring, brilliant light ; 

Now steady men, the captain said, 

We're not far from their camp, 

We now must exercise great care, 

Be careful where you tramp. 

Now down upon your hands and knees, 

And strictly silence keep ; 

Speak not a word but steadily 

Close to their camp all creep ; 

Thus silently they crept along 

Till they came near a heap 

Of burning sticks and their beheld 

Ten Indians fast asleep. 


And too, that father there beheld, 
What filled his soul with joy ; 
Near by the Indians also lay 
His darling girl and hoy ; 
The Indians were not all asleep, 
Three big ones on guard stood, 
Up quickly men upon your feet, 
Now! whispered Captain Good. 

Bang bang ! the white men's guns rang out, 

Then rang the Indian's yell, 

And all three brawny redskin guards 

Threw up their hands and fell ; 

Then with a yell, with one accord, 

The white men on them sped, 

Six more redskins by them were slain, 

The others quickly fled. 

Then how that fond father embraced 
His darling girl and boy, 
While down 'his manly cheeks their rolled 
Great tears of grief and joy ; 
They were conducted safely home, 
Their mother's form was dressed 
And by kind friends was born away 
And gently laid to rest. 

Yes, that took place where we today, 

Without fear or alarm, 

So freely go about our work 

In shops or on the farm ; 

Thank God for those brave men who came 

And faced the foe that we, 

Their children, now might thus enjoy 

This blessed liberty. 



Bright is the moon that shines at night, 

Shedding its rays of cheerful light 

On the high hills and valleys below, 

On the high mountains all covered with snow, 

On the green grass and tall pine trees, 

Over the ocean and lakes and seas, 

Into the rooms where the children sleep, 

His radiant face will quietly peep. 

Tired in body, distressed in mind, 
Scarcely able his way to find ; 
A trav'ler by night plods on his way, 
Weary and worn he longs for the day ; 
He dare not halt for his wife is sick, 
He hastens to bring a physician quick, 
Thus the poor man robbed of needed rest, 
Plods wearily on with spirits depressed. 

Soon a bright ray above the hill top appears, 
It brightens his path and his faint heart cheers ; 
The moon from his hiding place has come out 
And spreads his bright golden rays all about, 
God made the moon which shines out so bright, 
Which brings sweet cheer to trav'lers at night ; 
We should ev'ry day thank him for his cure 
In making the moon so lovely and fair. 



Whene'er I gaze upon the lines 
Which thy inspired pen hath wrought, 
I from my heart can truly say, 
Like a brave soldier thou hast fought 
Not with the sword but with the pen, 
In many a battle fierce and long, 
And through the din of battle came 
Triumphant with melodious song. 

Though now thou liest in the tomb 
And we no more thy face behold, 
Thou art not hid, we see thee still 
Within thy stanzas of pure gold ; 
Though years and ages pass away 
And generations come and go, 
Until time ends will live the name 
Of Henrv Wadsworth Longfellow. 


The winter's wind so fierce and strong, 
Which blew his blast so loud and long, 
At last 'has by the sun's bright heat 
Been forced back north to his retreat, 
Where he will stay until the cold 
November frosts, then he, quite bold, 
Again will from his hold come out 
And put the mild south wind to rout. 


Meanwhile the grass so green will come 
And clothe the terrace round our home ; 
The corn and beans again will sprout, 
The golden wheat heads will peep out, 
And apple blossoms g'race the trees, 
And onions, lettuce, sugar peas, 
Will each again in turn appear 
And yield their fruits our hearts to cheer. 

The gladsome harvest time will come, 
When in the fields the reaper's hum 
We'll hear, and see men gather in 
The golden grain into the bin 
And golden harvest apples fall 
To cheer the hearts of one and all, 
And barefoot boys with rod and hook, 
Will fish for minnow in the brook. 

Then autumn days, so calm and bright, 
Will usher in the brilliant sight, 
Beneath the trees, upon the ground, 
Where colored leaves lie all around ; 
Then blackbirds, gathered in a flock, 
Will mount upon the looming shock 
Of Indian corn upon the hills 
And golden ears peck with their bills. 

Then little boys, with joy and glee, 
Will hasten to the chestnut tree 
And all day gather, with a will, 
Sweet chestnuts and their baskets fill 
And then triumphant homeward bear 
That which they gathered with great care 
And lay them carefully away 
To eat upon some wintry day. 


And by the time all this is done, 

We'll find that winter has begun 

And 'hoary frosts again will come 

And we again will hear the hum 

Of that old north wind, fierce and strong, 

But there'll be music in his song 

Which to our hearts will bring good cheer, 

Glad Christmas day will then appear. 


Like as the sun, on summer days, 

Sheds on the world its golden rays, 

Calls up the vegetation green 

And makes the whole earth one grand scene 

Of beauty and brings comfort to 

The many human beings who, 

Without its friendly heat and ray, 

Would soon grow faint and fade away, 

So shines the spotless character 

Of men and women who prefer 

To be a blessing to mankind, 

Who ever seek each day to find 

Some way their fellowmen to serve, 

Who never for a moment swerve 

From duty but shine forth each day, 

A light to lighten the pathway 

Of some sad one and bring relief 

To some poor mortal plunged in grief ; 

Jesus hath said, 'All such are mine, 

And they shall in my kingdom shine 

When I to earth again shall come 

To bring my ransomed people home.' 




A gloomy raven sat on a tree 
As gloomy as any bird could be. 

Nor did he cheerful grow that day, 
But sat and frowned and croaked away. 

A bluebird flew up on the tree, 
Chatting away with joy and glee. 

While he sat chatting in his sweet way, 
I heard the gloomy raven say, 

You seem quite happy, little thing, 
I can't see why you choose to sing. 

You can't see why? replied the bird, 
'Tis strange indeed, if not absurd. 

Why should I not be full of oheer, 
Winter is past and Spring is here? 

Bright Spring is here? the raven said. 
Look at that cloud just overhead. 

'Tis black as night and I just know 
'Tis sure to bring a fall of snow. 

If flowers only could be seen, 

I would not feel so cross and mean. 


But now the earth is bleak as stone, 
And I am chilled through to the bone. 

Come, said the bluebird, cheer up now, 
Let us be cheerful anyhow. 

I'd rather be the one who sings 

And looks on the bright side of things, 

Than one who sits day after day 

And growls and scowls and croaks away. 

E'en though the black cloud snow may bring, 
■We'll feel the happier if we sing. 

Then struck with the shame, the raven said, 
As 'he quite humbly bowed his head, 

Dear friend, bluebird, you're right I see, 
I'll croak no more but chat with glee. 

Then as he chatted, strange to tell, 
Instead of snow a shower fell. 

And soon the bright sun's rays were seen, 
Then soon the earth looked fresh and green. 

Sweet violets bedecked the ground 
And cheer and comfort reisrned around. 


I hope each child who reads each word 
Of this small tale will, like the bird, 

Choose to be one who works and sings 
And looks on fhe bright side of things. 



Do not neglect the little ones, 

Dear fathers, though you be 

In business deep and pressed with work, 

And rushed continually. 

If you leave home before they're up 
And cannot hear their cry, 
Good bye, papa ! go to their beds 
And kiss them where they lie. 

And when the clock strikes out the hour 
Of noon, do not rush home 
And eat a bite and then rush oft 
Before they know you've come. 

Take time to eat your meal at noon, 
Take time to play awhile 
With your dear lambs and when you go, 
Give each a kiss and smile. 

Ne'er in a sulky mood depart 
From them or with a frown 
Upon your face as though the clouds 
Had from the sky come down. 

When ev'ning comes, before you send 
Your little ones upstairs,' 
Take time to romp awhile with them, 
Then hear them say their prayers. 

For they will not be little long; 
Quite soon they will advance 
To manhood and to woinanhood, 
So do not miss vour chance. 

Good bye, papa 


Besides, you'll find that it will pay, 
When you shall have passed through 
Your working days, when old and gray. 
They'll be attached to you. 


This is an April day, 
Twelve days have passed and gone, 
And now the thirteenth has arrived, 
But winter lingers on. 

The ground is white with snow 
And more keeps falling down ; 
My lettuce and my radishes 
Are clothed with a white gown. 

Dear snow, we like to see 
You come in winter time 
But you are out of season now, 
Please seek some other clime. 

Come, cease to cast your flakes 
Upon the fresh green grass, 
Take up your coat so white and fair 
And from our presence pass. 

'Tis time our seeds were in, 
'Tis high time that the frog's 
Sweet notes of music should be heard 
Along the marshy bogs. 

The robin longs to build 

Upon some tree, her nest 

Where she may lay her eggs and let 

Her future nursling's rest. 


So hasten to depart 

And let the green grass grow, 

When summer's past, and winter comes, 

We'll welcome you, dear snow. 


Give bountifully of the store 

With which the Lord has blessed 

Your labors during years gone by, 

Give bountifully lest 

The demon of unrighteousness 

Some day comes creeping in 

Your heart and ere you are aware, 

Pollute your soul with sin. 

Remember that 'twill be no loss 

To you, but rather gain, 

The Holy Scriptures of our God, 

Rich promises contain, 

If you give freely to the Lord, 

To you much shall be given, 

While here on earth and after death, 

Eternal rest in heaven. 


Nearer to thee, O God, 

I'm coming day by day ; 

Before thy bright and glorious throne, 

I wait and watch and pray. 

I know not, Lord, how long 
'Twill be till thou wilt come 
And take me from this world of woe 
To mv eternal home. 


At morn when I awake, 
I pause awhile and think, 
Perhaps I'm very near my grave, 
Perhaps upon the brink. 

Lord keep me in the way 
Of truth and righteousness, 
Then take me to my home to dwell 
In peace and happiness. 


I am unworthy, Lord, 
Upon thy name to call ; 
In deep humility I come 
And at thy feet I fall. 

Unworthy, yet, O Lord, 
I know thou wilt receive 
Poor sinners who return to thee 
And on thy name believe. 

With confidence I come 
Into thy presence, Lord, 
With a firm faith and trusting in 
The promise in thy Word. 

Lord, may my faith remain 
Steadfast unto the end 
And then on joyful wing go forth 
To meet mv Savior Friend. 



Savior visit our home circle, 
Be our guest throughout the day ; 
Ev'ry hour dwell thou among- us 
Hear us, Jesus, when we pray. 

Make us feel that thou art near us 
And our actions all doth see, 
That we may endeavor daily, 
From our hearts to worship thee. 

Never leave us nor forsake us 
Even though we go astray, 
Give us strength to keep us faithful 
In thy service day by day. 

And when we our course have finished 
Here on earth may we all be 
Worthy to ascend to glory, 
And forever dwell with Hhee. 


Jesus, my only strength, 

Pass me not by ; 
I'm never safe except 

When thou art nigh ; 
My soul is sorely tried, 
Stay ever by my side,- 
Be thou my constant guide, 

Hear thou my cry. 


Fierce are the waves of sin, 

How high they roll 
Around me cruelly, 
Tossing my soul 
Upon the stormy sea, 
I cry, O Lord, to thee, 
Come now and rescue me 
From their control. 


This world is one huge battle field, 
In which I constantly engage 
In war with sin, my sword and shield, 
The prince of darkness doth enrage ; 
From morn till eve, day after day, 
He follows and seeks to devour 
My soul, nor will he ever stay 
His cruel pursuit for an hour. 

He follows me upon the way, 
For opportunities he waits, 
When I from truth the least bit stray, 
Fie throws out his alluring baits ; 
Says he, come with me, I will show 
The kingdoms of this world to thee, 
And on thee I will all bestow 
If thou wilt only worship me. 

I know I could not long withstand 
Him if I trod this world alone ; 
In faith I grasp my Savior's hand, 
Who did for all my sins atone ; 
He is my strength, on him I lean , 
And journey safely day by day. 
Protected thus, calm and serene, 
I tread the straight and narrow way. 



Be thou faithful unto death 
And a crown of life I'll give 
To thee, and in joy and bliss, 
Thou shalt with me ever live. 

When thou art in sore distress, 
And great trials weigh thee down, 
Think of him who bore the cross 
And who wore the thorny crown. 

And his precious promises 
Keep before thee day by day, 
They are precious jewels, all, 
Hear his words, what he doth say, 

Be thou faithful unto death 
And a crown of life to thee 
I will give, which thou shalt wear 
Through all eternity. 

Though temptations oft may meet 
Thee, and Satan stir up strife, 
Be thou faithful and I'll give 
Unto thee a crown of life. 



At midnight there was heard a cry, 
Behold the Bridegroom draweth nigh ; 
Arise and go ye out to meet 
Thy Lord and worship at his feet. 

Alas ! the lamps of those who spurn 
The Bridegroom's word will now not burn ; 
They in his vineyard would not toil 
And now their lamps are without oil. 

And when 'tis said, He cjraweth nigh, 
And when they hear his servants cry, 
They to his faithful servants shout, 
Lend oil, our lamps are going out ! 

To late, to late, He's shut the door 
And 'twill not open any more ; 
Thou art shut out, O sad thy fate, 
Forevermore, to late, to late ! 


I live to Christ my Savior, 
Who hath redeemed my soul 
From sin and condemnation 
And made my spirit whole. 

I live to him who suffered 
Upon the cross and died, 
Who for poor fallen sinners, 
Was mocked and crucified. 


I live to him now seated 
Upon his throne on high, 
At God's right hand exalted, 
He hears the sinner's ery. 

I live to him and ever 
Will praise his precious name, 
-^nil to benighted people, 
His wondrous love proclaim. 


When our forefathers fought and bled 
And freedom 'bought with a great sum, 
They did not dream that later on, 
Vast hordes of immigrants would come 
And stain our land with crime and vice ; 
Alas, they've come ! a lawless host, 
And endless trouble they have made 
And Uncle Sam must pay the cost. 

And still they come year after year, 
From Italy and other lands, 
Among them many criminals 
Who formerly had stained their hands 
With human blood, they are let loose 
Upon our shores and, like the frost, 
Devour our substance and we mourn 
That Uncle Sam must pay the cost. 

The meanest men are anarchists 
And should be banished from our sight, 
And next, the so-called socialists, 
Whose principles are far from right; 
They stir up strife and riots cause 
And often many lives are lost, 
And we must order out our troops 
And Uncle Sam must pay the cost. 

To rest neath that old oak brings to me great joy. 


'Tis very wrong, and should not be 
Permitted to go on an hour ; ; 
If Uncle Sam does not take care, 
He'll lose his influence and power ; 
If he permits such work, I fear 
Our great name some day will be lost, 
Then we will weep and mourn and say, 
Ah, Uncle Sam now pays the cost ! 

Shall we, the sons of those brave men 
Who fought and died to make us free, 
Shall we, henceforth, who are free born, 
Endure such vice and tyranny? 
No! we the sons of Washington, 
Will rise and smite the injurious host, 
And Uncle Sam, to 'have it done, 
Will very gladly pay the cost. 

Tune, "Sweet Home." 

Down in the green meadow stands an old oak tree, 
Which during my youthful days oft sheltered me ; 
Out on its 'huge branches each bird built her nest, 
In which her young nestlings in comfort did rest. 


Joy, joy ; blessed joy ; 
To rest neath that old oak brings to me great joy. 

In Springtime when plowing, when soft April showers 
Beg-an to descend, neath its sheltering 'bowers 
I've stood many times during a single day, 
And waited for the showers to pass away. 



That was long ago but still that same old tree 
Stands firm in its place and again welcomes me 
To a seat at its roots on the pleasant green grass, 
And again, as of yore, a pleasant hour I pass. 



A lonely flower, at my feet, 
Beneath the rays of scorching heat, 
Was withered and now well nigh dead 
And sadly drooped its fading head ; 
For it none seemed to have a care, 
'Twas on the verge of deep despair; 
There came a clap of thunder loud, 
A few rain drops fell from a cloud 
Upon the poor weak flower, then 
It raised its head and smiled again. 

A lonely child, who bore a load. 

With bruised feet passed along the road ; 

His head was bare, his clothes were torn, 

He seemed forsaken and forlorn, 

A few kind words fell on his ear. 

They gave him comfort, hope and cheer, 

And when again he raised his head, 

The cloud upon his face had fled ; 

He then sped quickly on his way, 

No longer sad but bright and gay, 

While in the book of life above. 

Was written one more deed of love. 



George Washington, the Patriot, 
The Father of our country, who, 
Mid battle's din, so bravely fought 
And brought Old Glory safely through 
That awful seven year's campaign 
Of strife and intense suffering, 
That peace and happiness might reign 
Instead of England's cruel king. 

Brave, noble Father of our land, 
We speak the name with reverence, 
Who years ago didst for us stand, 
A noble and a sure defence. 
Before thy tomb we humbly bow, 
"Tis not to worship thee, but to 
Invoke our God to help us now. 
That we, like thee, prove brave and true. 


While he in Simon's house reclined 

With other guests at meat, 

A fallen soul, distressed in mind, 

Stood weeping at his feet ; 

While in her hand she held a cruse 

Of ointment, standing there, 

She bathed his feet with tears profuse 

And wiped them with her hair. 


Then kissed his feet and with ointment, 

Also anointed them, 

In Simon's heart arose dissent 

And spirit to condemn 

The fallen one, he looked with scorn 

At the poor wretch, but he, 

The Master, looked at the forlorn 

With pity and mercy. 

Then spake the Master, Simon, I 
Would say somewhat to thee ; 
A i aster, said Simon, in reply, 
Say what thou wouldst to me. 
A lender once two debtors had, 
Five hundred pence owed one, 
The other fifty, 'both were sad, 
For monev they had none. 

But when he saw they did not have 

Wherewith their debts to pay, 

£-Ie frankly both their debts forgave 

And sent them on their way ; 

Now Simon, tell me which of those 

r him will love most have? 
Said Simon, He, I would suppose. 
To whom he most foreave. 

Then said he unto him, Thou hast 
Judged rightly, then he turned 
Unto the woman, poor outcast. 
Whom Simon had just spurned; 
Behold this woma,n then said he, 
Thou didst not take the care 
To wash my feet at all, but she 
th wiped them with her hair. 


Neither didst thou anoint my head 

Even with oil, but she, 

Since I came in, her tears hath shed 

Upon my feet freely ; 

When I to thy house entered in, 

Thou didst not deign to greet 

Me with a kiss hut she, since then, 

Ceased not to kiss my feet. 


I've reached the age allotted to mankind and now I'm near 
My journey's end and cannot hope to stay much longer here ; 
My strength is gone and both my hands now tremble with 

old age, 
I'm helpless and will ne'er again in active work engage ; 
My days of usefulness are o'er, I wait my Lord's command 
To lay life's weary burden down and fly to Canaan's land ; 
He has been very kind indeed, I bow to his decree, 
And patiently await the day when he shall set me free. 

I'm living here in this small house alone day after day, 
My many friends from time to time me pleasant visits pay ; 
My many years have all been spent here in this neighbor- 
When I was but a girl these fields were covered with dense 

wood ; 
Just one mile out from Madison, beyond that field of corn, 
Was my old home and there still stands the house where I 

was born ; 
I have not seen the place for years, how much I wish that I 
Could go out and once more behold the place before I die. 


A bushy tree stood on the place, 'twas a large sycamore, 
And many times beneath its shade, I played in days of yore ; 
Upon one huge limb of that tree a large rope swing then 

A'h, well do I remember how day after day we swung ! 
They say that tree is standing yet, O that I could once more 
Sit down beneath its gentle shade as in those days of yore ! 
Down in the hollow a cool spring sent out a little rill, 
I have no doubt one could today behold it flowing still. 

In that hill field beyond the creek, upon a bright Spring 

I, when a girl, would drop the grain of yellow indian corn ; 
Those happy days have long gone by, I'm old and feeble 

With wrinkles in my forehead deep and snow upon my 

brow ; 
But I will not be feeble loner, I soon will take my flight 
To that bright home where all is day, where lives the Prince 

of light ; 
With 'him I shall forever dwell in mansions of pure gold, 
No hands will ever tremble there, no one will e'er grow old. 



Come gather round me, dear young friends, 

Come, place yourselves in line; 

O, what a company! let's see, 

You number twenty-nine: 

To gaze upon so large a band 

Of brilliant youths must bring 

A thrill of joy to any bard, 

■ live 'heed now while I sincr 


This simple little student's tale, 
'Tis simple, but 'tis true, 
And much I hope that it may be 
Of benefit to you. 

Some years ago, two bright young men 
Forth from a high school went 
With their diplomas in their hands, 
Both their young minds were bent 
On en'tring college the next fall, 
One pondered seriously, 
The other recklessly declared 
He'd pass through easily. 

When Autumn came they both began 

Their college course, the one 

Bent o'er his books, nor ceased until 

His lessons all were done ; 

The other said he came to have 

A good time and he went 

To theatres and little time 

He at his books e'er spent. 

Before one year had passed his seat 

Was vacant, yes, and why? 

He'd failed because he to his books 

Would not himself apply ; 

He from that institution was 

Suspended in disgrace ; 

Out from its halls he went and ne'er 

Again regained 'his place. 

But his companion labored on 
With zeal and energy. 
Examinations, one and all, 
He passed successfully ; 


He never wavered in his work, 
He heeded good advice ; 
All through his coarse his motto was, 
' 'Success means sacrifice." 

Thus for four years he labored on, 
There came a day at last, 
Commencement, he triumphantly 
Through his long course had passed ; 
In his profession, he, today, 
Stands out conspicuously, 
Among 'his class today there's none 
More to the front than he. 

Now, dear young friends, no doubt you too 

Are thinking seriously, 

As you go out from your high school, 

What you intend to be 

In this wide world which now confronts 

You, and is offering 

Advantages w'hich, if you grasp, 

Will fortunes to you bring. 

I do not mean to say they'll bring 

Fortunes of glittering gold, 

One may not have a dollar, yet 

Have fortunes manifold ; 

The young man or young lady who 

Becomes a blessing to 

The world is richest of them all, 

Believe me friends, 'tis true. 

So dear young friends, I give to you 
This one word of advice, 
Adopt for your motto the words, 
"Success means sacrifice/' 


And may God's blessing rest upon 
You each and ev'ry one, 
And when you close your work on earth, 
Hear Jesus say, "Well done." 


I love thy precious name, O Lord, 
Thou dost assure us in thy Word 
That thou didst sutler on the tree 
Because of thy great love to me. 

O my dear Savior, can it be 

That thou didst suffer thus for me? 

wondrous love, 'tis true I know, 
The precious Bible tells me so. 

W'hat shall I render unto thee 
For thy great love bestowed on me, 
What off'ring shall I to thee bring, 
My precious Savior, Lord and King? 

Before thy throne, on bended knee, 

1 give myself, my all to thee, 

And throughout all my earthly days, 
Thy precious name I'll laud and praise. 


There is a home beyond the grave, 
Where sorrows are unknown, 
In which the Lamb, for sinners slain, 
Is dwelling with bis own. 


In that bright land the day ne'er fades 
And darkness never falls ; 
There Jesus sits upon his throne 
And to poor sinners calls, 

Come unto me, ye weary ones, 
And be forever blest, 
Ye heavy laden come to me 
And I will give thee rest. 

Dear Jesus, I am coming forth, 
Be thou my constant guide ; 
Redeem me by thy blood which flowed 
Forth from thy wounded side. 



There is a fountain from which blood 
And water flowed one day ; 
'Tis flowing still, its crimson flood 
Can wash all sins awav. 

From Jesus' wounded side it flowed, 
As he hung on the tree, 
Where he his gracious love bestowed 
On all mankind so free. 

Dear Jesus, we thy name adore, 
Because thou wast so kind 
To us, O may we more and more, 
Love thee with heart and mind. 



Thy love, O Christ, constrained! me, 
I cast myself wholly on thee ; 
On thee from morn till eve I lean, 
Thy blood alone can make me clean. 

Without thee, Lord, I could not live, 
For thou eternal life canst give ; 
Salvation comes from thee alone, 
Who didst for all my sins atone. 

Help me, O Lord, to faithful prove, 
May I abide in thy blest love 
Until I reach that golden shore 
Where sin can never taunt me mor.e 

Then Lord, my weary soul shall rest 
Within the mansions of the blest, 
There on bright Canaan's golden shore, 
I'll sing thy praise forevermore. 


Give me abundant grace, O Lord, 
That I may nevermore 
Fall into sins which vexed my soul 
Oftimes in days of yore. 

Enable me to firmly stand 
For truth and righteousness ; 
Before thee Lord I humbly bow 
And all my sins confess. 


O Jesus, with thy blood blot out 
My sins though great they be, 
And may I throughout my whole life 
Remain at peace with thee. 


Fragrant apple blossom, 
With your smiling face, 
Looking down upon us 
From your shady place ; 
Casting forth your sweetest 
Scent before each nose, 
Making one feel cheerful 
Ev'rvwhere he coes. 

You've a thousand brothers 
Round you ev'ry day, 
Just as sweet as you are, 
Looking just as gay ; 
Xo doubt you are thinking 
Of the hearts you'll cheer 
When in summer season, 
Apples you'll appear. 

Hone}' bees are humming 
Round about your face, 
Hundreds of them coming 
Quickly to your place ; 
They will stop to kiss your 
Face so bright and neat. 
For they know your kisses 
Are extremely sweet. 


Truly, apple blossom, 

We are glad to see 

Your bright face, so lovely, 

Ornament the tree ; 

Though we know you'll not be 

With us very long, 

While you are you'll fill our 

Hearts with merry song. 

Thoug'h you soon will leave us, 
You will leave behind 
Rich fruits of your visit, 
Cheering heart and mind ; 
And we'll ever cherish 
Fondest memories 
Of the days you smiled on 
Us beneath the trees. 


There was a lot, there was a hen, 
There was a garden, shoo ! 
The man into his garden went, 
Then hen she went in too. 

Down he stooped and seized a stone, 
The hen cried, Gookle goo ! 
The stone descended from his hand, 
The hen descended too. 



I am a small boy and they say I am slow, 
Maybe that I am, but there's one thing I know, 
If I were not handy to go on a run, 
There's many a chore that would never get done. 

'Tis Charlie come bring me a bucket of coal, 
Then Charlie go tend to the pitcher and bowl, 
Then run to the store and bring me some tea, 
Thus I'm kept just as busy as busy can be. 

There are stones in the lot, 'Tis Charlie go pick 
Ev'ry one on a pile, go do it right quick ; 
Thus from morning till ev'ning I'm kept on the go 
And after all ev'ry one says I am slow. 

If I am but slow after doing- such chores, 
Inside of the house and then out of doors, 
There's just one question that I'd like to ast, 
Where is the boy that they would call fast? 


Out in West End, as many know, 
There is a place called Widow's Row. 

Six 'houses stand there side by side, 
There widows, eight in all abide. 

Should you, at any time of day, 
Chance to be passing by that way, 


You'd hear the tongues of six or eight 
All going at a rapid rate. 

Some thus the whole day long will spend, 
Of gossiping there seems no end. 

What do they talk about, you ask? 
To tell would be an endless task. 

If Mary Brown has found a beau, 
Tis talked about in "Widow's Row." 

Then those eight gossips all will watch 
And wonder if 'twill be a match. 

If there's a scandal small or large, 
They'll advertise it free of charge. 

We'd all be glad indeed, I know, 

If they"d all pack their goods and go. 


A monstrous bullfrog sat on a huge rock, 
One beautiful bright summer day, 
On the edge of a pond near a large farm house, 
Enjoying the sun's brightest ray. 

An old torn cat came near him and gazed 
For a moment upon the scene 
With utter disdain, then cried with contempt, 
O dear, old bullfrog, but you're green ! 

But the frog did not even lift up his head, 
Nor any account did he keep 
Of the gross insult, and the old torn cat 
Trotted off feeling very cheap. 


Take warning, young chaps, don't try to act smart 
By calling your fellowrnen green, 
Or you, like the silly old torn cat, may soon 
Have occasion to feel very mean. 


The Spring a crown of verdure weaves 
Throughout the fields and o'er the hills, 
When trees send forth their verdant leaves, 
By rivers great and little rills. 

The fishes in the streams are glad, 
So glad that they oftimes will leap 
Above the water, w'hile the snakes 
Lie sunning on the banks so steep. 

The little boys, with line and hook, 
And joyful hearts speed on their way 
To fish for minnows in the brook. 
What boy does not enjoy such play? 

These many pleasures, great and small, 
Great blessings to us daily brinsf: 
'Tis God our Father gives them all, 
Thank him for sending us the Spring. 



The rat and the mouse, 

Both got in one house, 
And the mouse thought he 'had first right ; 

The bread on the shelf, 

I will eat all myself, 
Said 'he, and I'll not leave a mite. 


Said the rat to the mouse, 
I've a share in this house, 

I've just as much right here as you ; 
Of the bread, I declare, 
I will have my full share, 

There is plenty, I know, there for two. 

Said the mouse to the rat. 

We will see about that, 
I'll eat all that bread or this night 

Between you and me, 

Before morn you'll see 
There'll be a tremendous big fight. 

Said the rat, 'tis not right 

That companions should fight, 
Come, reason the case now with me ; 

Just give me a share 

That is honest and fair, 
And both much more happy will be. 

Said the mouse, not a bit 

Will I give you of it, 
I'll eat all that bread, so be still, 

I'll eat ev'ry bite 

On this very night, 
I said that I would and I will. 

Since you'll not agree 

To share it with me. 
Said the rat, then I'll take some by force, 

And if you interfere, 

I will tell you right here, 
Of the two, you will fare much the worse. 


And thus having spoke, 

The rat went and broke 
A piece from a large slice of bread ; 

Then the mouse made a dash 

And with a loud crash. 
Dealt the rat a hard blow on his head. 

Quick as flash the old rat 

Knocked the little mouse flat, 
Then leaped on him with all four feet, 

And thumped till the mouse 

Cried, this is our house, 
And acknowledged that he had been beat. 

Little folks now take care, 

Of boasting beware 
Lest some one much wiser than you 

Get you under his feet 

And knock your conceit 
And vanity clean out of you. 


When clouds about me hover, 
W'hen blows sins cruel blast, 
When gloom my heart doth cover, 
When my soul is downcast, 
When earthly friends forsake me, 
I to my Savior fly, 
And in his arms hide safely, 
There free from harm am I. 



A boy in tattered garments stood 
In a large forest, chopping wood ; 
His shirt sleeves both were very short, 
No doubt companions oft made sport 
Of his plain clothes, for boys, I trow, 
Of those days did like some boys now, 
Took pleasure in tormenting those 
W'ho could not wear the best of clothes. 

But little did they dream that he, 
Was destined a great man to be, 
That he, w'ho o'er the wood pile bent, 
Would be our nation's president ; 
Not one e'er dreamed that that poor boy 
Would some day bring relief and joy 
To multitudes of colored men, 
By one stroke of his mighty pen. 

But we, who are alive today, 
Great honor to that same boy pay, 
And as the ages come and go, 
Each boy and girl will learn to know 
That by his earnestness and tact, 
The great emancipation act 
Was made, Which set the negro free 
From that foul curse of slavery. 

If you, my boy, are poor, do not 
Waste time in mourning o'er your lot, 
But work with earnestness and say, 
"W'here there's a will, there is a way," 


What boys have done, boys still can do, 
And working thus, you some day too 
Will reach the goal and shine before 
The world like men in davs of vore. 


I hear the children romp along, 
I hear the merry ring 
Of their sweet laughter and the song 
Which they so sweetly sing. 

To me, a rich, delightful treat, 
The little children bring. 
No other songs are half so sweet 
As those they sweetly sing. 

At times I hear some crabbed cranks 
Of fathers fuss and growl 
At little children's harmless pranks 
While mothers sit and scowl. 

Shame on you, cranky parents, come, 
Brace up, look glad and smile 
Upon your darlings in your home, 
You'll find it worth your while ! 

Remember soon, to soon, you'll mid 
They'll grow up large and -tall. 
Then how you'll wish you'd been more kind 
To them When they were small. 


Then treat them kindly while you may, 
Give to them their just due, 
And when you're feeble, old and gray, 
They'll treat you kindly too. 



I'd like to be a gentleman, 
Said little Tommy Row ; 
I scarcely know just how I can, 
Will some one tell me how? 

There's Mr. Brown and Mr. Gray, 
I meet them now and then, 
And I have heard my mother say, 
They bot'h are gentlemen. 

Well, they are nice as they can be, 
When I am on the street, 
They both will smile and speak to me 
Where'er we chance to meet. 

I'd like to be as nice as they, 
A perfect gentleman, 
I'd like to be one any day, 
Who'll tell me how I can? 

Dear child, I'll tell you how you can, 
To do so gives me joy, 
If you would 'be a gentleman, 
First be a gentle boy. 



O dear, I wish that I were rich, 
Said little Mary Gray ; 
I'd like to be a lady so, 
And dress so neat and gay. 

I'd like to live in a large house, 
The finest in the land, 
With dining room and sitting room 
And parlor furnished grand. 

Just over there lives Lady B., 
And down there Lady M., 
O how I wish that I some day 
Migiht be like one of them. 

Just then a wild, shrill scream was heard 
And sound of horses feet, 
And Mary saw a frightened team 
Dash madly down the street. 

And in the middle of the street, 
The child of Lady M., 
Was playing with his little cart. 
Right in the path of them. 

Out in the street then Mary sped 
And bore the little child 
From off the street just as' the team 
Dashed by in terror wild. 


Scarce had she reached the sidewalk ere 
The mother of the boy 
Appeared and clasped her in her arms, 
Then wept aloud for joy. 

Then drawing Mary and her child 
Both fondly to her breast, 
She wept again and lovingly 
The little girl addressed. 

You are a perfect lady, dear, 

Had it not been for you 

My boy would surely have been killed, 

You are a lady, true. 

So Mary learned from that day forth, 
That it meant more to be 
A lady, than to live in style 
And dress with finery. 


If you had seen what I have seen, 
If you had from youth known 
Nothing but kicks and cuffs and heard 
Your mother shriek and groan 
When beaten by a drunken man, 
Her husband, base and mean, 
Would you call me a crank if you 
Had seen what I have seen. 

If you had known what I have known, 
If you had lost your sleep 
Night after night and often heard 
Your mother sob and weep 


Because her husband was a sot, 
If you had heard her moan. 
You'd be a temp'rance man if you 
Had known what I have known. 


When George the Third, the tyrant, sent 
Men to the western continent, 
To force the colonies to pay 
The "heavy taxes which he hy 
Upon them, they desired peace, 
But when the king would not release 
Them from the heavy bondage, they 
Declared to him they would not pay 
The taxes, still he said, You must ! 
They answered, No, for 'tis unjust! 
They tried to reason with the king, 
He would not hear to such a thing. 
The people [hen in anger rose. 
Declared themselves the tyrant's foes, 
They said, From hencefore we'll be free, 
'This is the land of liberty," 
And on the Fourth day of July. 
Throughout the land went forth the cry, 
No more shall George, the Third, e'er reign 
Over America's domain, 
This glorious day proclaims us free 
From England's crown and e'er shall be. 
Brave men a document prepared 
In Philadelphia which declared 
That all the colonies should be 
From henceforth independent, free ; 
This declaration brought on war 
Which spread destruction near and far ; 


Cornwallis, with his well trained band 
Of soldiers swept across our land ; 
At last his cruel race was run, 
When he clashed with George Washington 
In the great battle of York Town, 
Surrendered and his arms laid down. 
Since then our country has been free, 
God grant that it may ever 'be. 

July 4, 1907. 


Hipperty clip, crack, crack, crack ! 

This is the Fourth of July, 

Sky rockets bursting, w'hack, whack, whack! 

See them fly up to the sky ! 

Boom, boom, boom, whi-i-iz-z, 
See the big star mines wend, 
Now see them bursting, bi-i-iz, 
See the bright stars descend ! 

Wha^a-a-a-a-a-ack ! 
Say, what great noise is that? 
Torpedoes on the street car track, 
What next will they get at? 

July 4, 1907. 


God bless the day when that old bell 
Tolled forth the joyful news to tell, 
Of idependence just declared, 
Told how our brave forefathers dared 
To say to George, the Third, that they 
Would not his unjust laws obey, 
How it announced that day the birth 
Of this ereat nation of the earth. 


From that day forth has been the cry, 
God bless the Fourth day of July, 
And bless the memory of those 
Brave fathers who defied the foes 
Of justice, law and liberty 
Who fought the foe on land and sea, 
And ceased not till the tyrant's band 
Was driven from our native land. 

We are a nation, here to stay, 
And as that great eventful day 
Comes round, we, with united voice, 
Sing anthems and our hearts rejoice 
That we enjoy sweet liberty 
In this land of the brave and free ; 
God bless the day when that old bell 
Tolled forth the joyful news to tell. 

July 4, 1907. 


I lay down neath a <hiek'ry tree 
For a few moments sweet repose, 
A little buzzing honey bee 
Gently alighted on my nose. 

This little tenant of the hive 
Tickled my nose so very much, 
I raised my hand and thought I'd drive 
Him from me with a gentle touch. 

T must have touched him much to hard, 
For he let drive with his small sting, 
My nerves throughout were badly jarred, 
Jt seemed to make my whole head ring. 

God bless the day when that old hell 
Tolled forth, the joyful news to tell. 


I did not work that afternoon, 
I had sharp pains in both my eyes, 
My nose was sore and very soon 
Seemed to -be twice it's normal size. 

But that bee ne"er will sting again, 
He killed himself by injuring me ; 
He's but a bee, I know some men 
Who sometimes do the same as he. 


If you feel dicouraged, young man, 

When you think you are doing the best that you can, 

When your work does not come just up to your plan, 

Don't say, I can't! 
Misfortunes will follow you all your life through, 
So whenever you're feeling unhappy and blue, 
And feel that you know not what next to do, 

Go to the ant. 

Go out in the fields and find the ant's hill, 

And watch those insects working there with a will, 

They doubtless will your ambitious heart fill 

With renewed zeal ; 
Then go back again and your hard task renew, 
Keep in mind all the time what the little ants do, 
And before you're aware, your task you'll be through, 

And happy you"ll feel. 



Papa, see the bright stars shining, 
Way up there, so very high ; 
O, so many, I can't count them, 
See them in the clear blue sky! 
They are pretty, how they twinkle, 
See them scattered all about, 
Tell me, papa, all about them, 
Why do they each night come out? 

Little stars shine in the heavens, 
Countless numbers, ev'ry night, 
Though but little, when united, 
They produce a radiant light ; 
O'er the blue sky they are dotted, 
Beautiful indeed they are, 
Would you not, my little darling, 
Like to be a brilliant star? 

God has placed the little children 
In this world below that they, 
Like the bright stars in the heavens, 
May shine brightly ev'ry day ; 
Little deeds of love and kindness, 
Done by little children are, 
Like the rays sent down from heaven 
By each little shining star. 



Tiny dew drops glist'ning 
In the morning- light, 
Like a thousand diamonds, 
Glowing forth so bright ; 
Glad to see you smiling 
On a morning clear, 
For you always bring me 
Comfort, hope and cheer. 


A blackbird on a clothes-line sat, 

Wobble wobble, wobble wobble ; 

Beneath him was a lame old cat, 

Hobble hobble, hobble hobble ; 

The blackbird tossed back his proud head, 

Chatter chatter, chatter chatter! 

The old lame cat thought that he said, 

What's the matter, what's the matter? 

The old cat then began to mew, 

And within her, and within her, 

She thougtht, blackbird how you would do 

For my dinner, for my dinner. 

Then she addressed him, Dear blackbird, 

You are dearer, you are dearer 

Than all the birds I've seen or heard, 

Pray, come nearer, pray, come nearer. 


But the blackbird said, No! to me 
You're suspicious, you're suspicious, 
To your taste no doubt I would be 
Most delicious, most delicious ; 
Though I'm now on this line sitting, 
High above you, high above you, 
From your presence I'll be flitting, 
I don't love you, I don't love you. 


Once more I. stand upon this hill, 
Where I stood years ago, 
And silently now gaze upon 
The city down below. 

I stood here many years ago, 
A boy, just in my teens, 
The vale below presented then 
Vastly different scenes. 

The South West railroad branch, 'tis true, 
Was there the same as now, 
But where South Greensburg town now stands 
The farmers then did plough. 

Alas, how vastly scenes have changed! 
It fills one's soul with grief, 
O boyhood days, return once more 
And bring my soul relief! 

The white farm-house upon the hill 
Remains the same today ; 
A little girl one time lived there, 
With Whom I used to play. 


Ah, I remember Cora well ! 

A pleasant girl was she, 

How I remember that sweet smile 

With which she greeted me. 

She was not destined long to live, 

She died some years ago, 

She now lives where scenes never change, 

Where comes no grief nor woe. 

Though friends have gone and scenes have changed, 

Sweet memories I still 

Can cherish of those happy days 

I spent upon this hill. 


Merry little ground squirrel, 
With your striped back, 
How you frisk and whirl 
Right across my track; 
Now along the roadside, 
Leaping on the fence, 
Stay a moment, frisky, 
Why depart thee hence? 

Little squirrel be careful 
As you go your way, 
Naughty boys are watching 
For you ev'ry day ; 
Yes, I well remember 
How I did the same, 
If I met a ground squirrel, 
He would be my game. 


But I now am older 
And have learned to know 
That 'tis very naughty 
For small boys to throw 
Stones at little creatures, 
Innocent like you, 
May no harm come to you, 
Little squirrel, adieu ! 


Kind words softly spoken 
v In a winsome way, 

Make a world of sunshine 
Bright as the noonday. 

If they chance to fall in 
Some discouraged heart, 
Looks forlorn and weary, 
Very soon depart. 

Strive then, little children, 
Ev'ry day to speak 
Words both kind and tender 
To the poor and weak. 

Jesus, up in heaven, 
Hears each little voice, 
And if you speak kindly, 
Angels will rejoice. 

Heaven's richest blessings 
Will on you descend, 
Jesus will be with you 
Until your life's end. 


When you die, bright angels 
Will to earth come down 
And take you to Jesus, 
Where you'll wear a crown. 


Not the man who spends 'his cash, 
Not the dude who cuts a dash, 
Not the mighty oil magnate, 
Not the man whose name is great, 

Not such men ; 
Not the man who rides afar 
In his fancy auto car, 
Nor he who 'belongs to clubs 
And the poorer classes snubs, 

Well, Who then? 

Not the woman, proud and vain, 
Dressed in silk, with a long train 
Fastened to her costly dress, 
No, not such, I rather guess, 

Well, tell me? 
Not the maid who dislikes work, 
Who will many duties shirk ; 
Such types of young womanhood, 
Are not such as make the good 


'Tis the young ambitious man, 
Who will do the best he can 
Ev'ry day of his manhood, 
To accomplish something good ; 
It is he, 


And the young devoted maid 
Whom one never finds afraid 
To work for her daily food, 
Such a class I would call good 


I want to be rich, said a little boy, 
I want to have millions so I can enjoy 

Myself ev'ry day ; 
I want a fine house and a fancy auto, 
So that ev'ry day I can rapidly go 

Along Broadway. 

I have not a dollar in this wide world, 
My father is poor and aside I am hurled 

Into the ditch ; 
Tis hard to be jostled about this way, 
I wonder if ever there will come a day 

When I'll be rich ? 

Dear child, if you would be rich, then go 

To Him who sends all things to mankind below, 

Your God above ; 
You can, if you will, ev'ry day richly live, 
He three precious jewels will you freely give, 
Faith, hope and love. 



W'hy do you sit there, old fellow, 
On the bank, so cross and snappy 
Looking down into the water, 
You must be feeling unhappy? 
Do you find fault with the weather, 
Or is the water to muddy, 
Tell me, w'hat makes you so surly, 
That you snap at ev'rybody? 

No, my young friend, said the turtle, 
I'm not the least irritated, 
Why, you ask, am I so snappy? 
'Tis the way I was created ; 
I find no fault with the weather, 
Nor, in fact with any creature, 
I'll admit I'm very snappy, 
I'm not to blame, 'tis my nature. 

I know a few men and women, 
Who, often like that small creature, 
Will, when they get cross and snapy, 
Put the whole blame upon nature. 


Once there was a melon patch 

Upon a steep hillside, 

O'er which a fierce bull-dog kept watch 

With both eyes open wide. 


Day after day the melons there 
Were by a small boy eyed ; 
One afternoon that boy resolved 
That he would go inside. 

So, stealthily he crept along, 

Then o'er the fence he sprang 

And then, bow wow ! a growl, and then 

The air with his shrieks rang. 

He ate no melons in that patch, 
He did not take a taste, 
He suddenly turned square around 
And for the fence made haste. 

He ran quite fast indeed, for both 
His legs were long and slim, 
But ere he reached the nearest fence, 
That dog had tasted him. 


'Twas in the warm month of July, 

Upon the twentieth day, 

That the large ship, Columbia, sailed 

From Sanfrancisco Bay ; 

For Portland bound, she had on board 

One hundred, eighty nine 

Gay passengers, ah, precious freight ! 

The weather calm and fine. 

The proud Columbia, through the sea, 
Proceeded on her way, 
The sun went down, twilight came on 
Which marked the close of day ; 


The passengers retired to 
Their berths to rest, no one 
Dreamed that he ne'er again would see 
The rising: of the sun. 

i & 

'Tis midnight, a dense fog enshrouds 

The monstrous ship in gloom, 

None realize, on board, that she 

Is rushing on to doom ; 

The watchman sees no danger near, 

He can not penetrate 

The dense fog with his gaze, alas, 

The ship now meets her fate ! 

Out of the fog there looms a hulk 
Of a large lumber boat, 
Throughout the ship rings the alarm, 
The whistle's hideous note 
Fell on the ears of those asleep, 
Forth from their berths they rushed, 
Just as the lumber boat into 
The huge Columbia crushed. 

The water in the ship now poured 

Both rapidly and free, 

And that huge ship, with many souls, 

Soon sank beneath the sea ; 

Some few clung to the lumber boat 

And thus their lives did save. 

But many others with the ship 

Sank to a watery grave. 

Farewell, farewell, for thee we mourn ! 
Thy sad fate we bewail, 
Ah, who knows what's in store for us 
As o'er life's sea we sail? 


Departed souls, rest now in peace, 
'Tis all that we can say, 
Until the sea gives up her dead 
On Resurrection Day. 

July 24, 1907. 


Jessie was a city girl, 

As sweet as any seen, 

Her father possessed wealth enough 

To dress her like a queen, 

He owned 
Fine farms of richest coal lands, 
Much railroad stock he bought, 
He owned one of the largest banks, 
Yet was considered not 

High toned. 

And Jessie was just like him, 
Although she dressed quite well, 
She never put on airs or tried 
To be what you'd call swell, 

She tried 
Each day to do the right thing 
Alike to rich and poor, 
She always had a pleasant smile 
For all who passed her door 

Not pride. 

Joseph Gray, a banker's son, 
Called on her ev'ry day, 
James Johnson, a young carpenter, 
Sometimes would call to pay 
To her 


His best respects, he did not 
Have clothes as fine as Gray's ; 
Gray made all sorts of fun about 
His many awkward ways, 
After. ■ 

Jessie, said he, that fellow 
Cannot himself express, 
Whene'er he's asked about a thing, 
He always says, I guess ! 

How queer! 
But now, to change the subject, 
Jessie, will you be mine ? 
I've got a mansion, furnished well, 
And I will dress you fine, 

Come, dear? 

The smile, which he expected 
Would steal o'er Jessie's face, 
Did not appear, but dignity 
Was plainly there in place ; 

Said she, 
Joseph, you are unmanly, 
And knowing this, how can 
I bind myself to you for life? 
No, you are not the man 

For me! 

You have offended me, Joe, 

By making fun of Jim; 

While he may have some awkward ways, 

I've great respect for him, 

Tis so; 
Cigarettes you never see 
Him smoke, nor does he chew, 
Then shall I cast an honest man 
Like him aside for you ? 

O, no! 


James Johnson sat beside her 
Next ev'ning, deep in thought ; 
He longed to pop the question, 
But for awhile could not 

Himself, at last he managed 
To say, Be mine, Jessie? 
She smiled on him and then answered, 
As sweetly as could be, 

I guess ! 


I chanced to go to Oakford Park, 
I saw many amusements, 
I had two girls along with me 
And spent many a five cents ; 

yes, I am a married man, 
One girl was my own daughter, 
The other was a chum of hers, 

1 wish she hadn't brought her. 

I didn't care for the cash part, 
You know I've lots of money, 
The girls were after ev'ry thing 
That was the least bit funny ; 
And I well nigh got scared to death, 
I'll tell you all about it, 
And after yon have heard it all, 
I know you will not doubt it. 

That chum of Mary's, what's her name? 
Is something of a boaster, 
And she persuaded me to ride 
Upon the roller coaster ; 


I ne'er before had seen the thing, 
Although I'd heard about it, 
She told me it was splendid sport, 
Of course I didn't doubt it. 

Well then, we three chartered a car, 

And soon were seated in it, 

I thought my head was a huge top 

And some one tried to spin it ; 

I gave a yell and would have jumped 

If Mary hadn't caught me, 

I felt quite sure that crazy thing 

A dozen times upsot me. 

I was so well nigh scared to death, 
I lay down for an hour, 
And then I wouldn't have got up 
If there hadn't come a shower; 
I liked the park at Oakford, 
But count me a big boaster 
If e'er again you see me ride 
Upon that roller coaster. 


A boy picked up a ripe apple 
And ate it to the core, 
And then he ate the core also, 
And then there was no more. 

I realized that it was true 
What I had heard before, 
That When a boy an apple ate, 
It never had a core. 


But I saw an important truth 
There set before by eyes, 
I saw at least that that boy knew 
How to economize. 


I'm tired and I'm sleepy, 
My mind will not work rigfrt, 
So I've about concluded 
I'll write no more tonight. 


Many nice things by poets have 

Been said about the bird 

Called, Robin red breast," who has not 

His sweet notes often heard ? 

And who does not that dear bird love, 

Who comes in early Spring 

And sits upon our apple trees, 

Where he will chirp and sing? 

That he's a beauty, none will d'oubt, 

His breast is lovely red, 

Just see his slender wings and tail, 

And graceful feet and head ; 

How children watch when Spring draws near, 

How eagerly they long 

For "Robin red breast" to arrive, 

That they may hear his song. 


Tis right that we should love him so, 

For he does no one harm, 

But through the summer long protects 

Our fruit upon the farm ; 

Therefore, we never should harm him, 

But a warm welcome give 

Him when he comes, and while he stays, 

Let him in safety live. 


No food will I give you, 

You are a stout man, 

If work you are hunting, 

You easily can 

Find plenty quite near you, 

They want men today 

Down there on the state-road, 

So, go on your way. 


A young man, brought up in the city, 
One day when the weather was warm, 
Took a drive out into the country, 
Past many a beautiful farm. 

He gazed on the bright golden wheat-fields, 
Upon the cornfields, the rich land, 
And then on the barley and oatsfields, 
Said he, Such a life must be grand ! 


And when he got back to the city, 
To where he had left his young wife, 
He said, My dear, we will no longer 
Continue to lead such a life. 

Here I am a real estate agent, 
And sorely perplexed ev'ry day ; 
We'll move out into the country 
Where we will live happy and gay. 

There we will have cows and milk plenty, 
We can sit and watch the things grow, 
And money will roll in by handfuls, 
We soon will be quite rich I know. 

So they moved out into the country 
Quite early the very next Spring, 
But when they began work, they neither 
Of farming knew even a thing. 

He could not handle a planter, 
Could neither harrow nor plow, 
His wife soon found that she also 
Knew nothing 'bout milking a cow. 

Kind neighbors then came in to help them, 
You must make good use of your hoe, 
Said they, and keep weeds out, or nothing 
Of anything you plant will grow. 

This caused him to become disheartened, 
He had not expected that he 
"Would have to work hard, that the fruits of 
His labors he might later see. 


In a very short time he decided 
That he would not farm any more, 
He went to the city much wiser, 
Though poorer, than ever before. 


There stands the harvest apple tree, 
But ah, how changed ! when I 
Was but a little boy of six, 
It loomed so broad and high. 

Now nothing but the trunk remains, 
Not one apple appears 
Like those bright mellow golden ones 
It bore in former years. 

A few green sprouts, I see, appear, 
Perhaps it may again 
Renew its youth and bear rich fruit 
To cheer the hearts of men. 

Twould be a pleasure, rare indeed, 
If once again I could 
Come back and see, and pluck and taste 
Its apples rich and good. 


One bright and cheerful morning, 
Just as the sun's bright ray 
Rose grandly o'er the hilltops, 
I started on my way 
On foot across the country, 
Now up a hill, then down, 
Until at last I gazed upon 
The sisrht of Hannastown. 


And there I paused to meditate, 

I stood and gazed around 

And saw the farmers peacefully 

Tilling their fertile ground ; 

Thought I, how differently it was 

One hundred years ago, 

When our forefathers, on this spot, 

Combatted with their foe. 

Of those dark days each schoolboy knows, 

Of tales of w'oe and blood, 

How Pontiac, that crafty chief, 

Made flow the crimson flood, 

And how upon this very soil, 

Which we in peace now tread, 

The whooping savage Indian bands, 

Strewed mutilated dead. 

At Bushy-Run, in sixty-three, 

That brave soldier Bouquet, 

Completely routed Pontiac's band 

And drove them all away, 

And peace and quietness had reigned 

And people settled down 

And built Westmoreland County's seat, 

Which they named Hannastown. 

One summer morn in Eighty-two, 

Two of the settlers met 

Upon their way to view their traps 

Which they for game had set; 

Said Jake to Bob, There's something up, 

Pontiac's moves are queer, 

I'll venture that before tonight, 

There'll be some trouble here. 


I fear the same, said Jake, and we 

Had better notify 

The soldiers at the fort at once, 

Will you go, or shall I? 

I'll go, said Bob, while you go down 

And notify Jim Hay, 

The teacher of the village school, 

To have no school today. 

So Bob sped quickly on his way 
Through forest and o'er hill, 
While passing through a deep ravine, 
There rang out loud and shrill, 
Whoo-oop, whoo-oop ! and suddenly 
Upon him quickly rushed 
The red demons with tomahawks, 
And soon his skull they crushed. 

While Jake was hast'ning on his way, 

He glanced toward Crabtree, 

The creek, which we see flowing near, 

And what did that man see ? 

A sight that made his blood run cold, 

A monstrous savage band 

Rushing on to Hannastown, 

And no help was at hand. 

On, on he sped, like a swift wind, 

The Indians saw him fly 

And guessing what was his design, 

With a tremendous cry, 

Whoop-oop, whoo-oop! they after him, 

Swiftly with leap and bound, 

Hoping to capture him before 

He the alarm could sound. 


But Jake outstripped them all and rushed 

Rapidly on his way, 

While shouting to the village folk, 

They're coming, flee away ! 

Some of the people did escape, 

But warning came so late, 

Some of the aged and infirm met 

A sad and bitter fate. 

The settlers being thus alarmed, 

All from the village fled 

And as they ran they soon beheld 

A cloud of smoke o'efhead, 

And looking back they saw huge flames 

Shoot upwards towards the sky, 

They saw their homes by fire consumed 

And wept in agony. 

Thus was Westmoreland's county seat 

Swept suddenly away, 

More than a century ago, 

We find no trace today 

Of any of the dwellings which 

Stood on this famous hill, 

On that day when the air was rent 

With war whoops loud and shrill. 

But we are gazing on the place, 

Are standing on the spot 

Where flowed the streams of human blood, 

Where our forefathers fought; 

To give to us these peaceful homes, 

They laid their brave lives down, 

And we their sons should e'er revere 

The name of Hannastown. 



Some people go about their work 
And never, all the while, 
Will they be heard to laugh or sing, 
Or seen to crack a smile. 

They look as sober as a judge 
Who sits a case to try, 
They seem to find no pleasure in 
This world at all, and w*hy? 

They blame the world for it, of course, 
They always think they're grieved, 
If they'd just notice their own faults, 
Thev soon would be relieved. 


The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, 
The love of God and the 
Communion of the Holy Ghost, 
Forever with you be. 


On the third day of September, while the sky was clouded 

And the rain for hours descended, there was joy inside our 

door ; 
For a precious little baby, a bright bouncing little boy, 
Had just come to join our circle and had filled our souls 

with joy. 


Both the father and the mother fondled him most tenderly 
As he looked into their faces just as sweet as he could be, 
And our children's, Mildred's, Russell's little hearts were 

filled with joy 
When they came into the bedroom and beheld the darling 


He was beautiful and lovely and at once was firmly bound 
To our hearts by strong affections, yes, the cords had twined 

Ev'ry heart, no earthly power could have severed them, 

Little did we dream how quickly from our presence he 

would pass ! 
Five days later, Sunday morning, our sweet darling boy 

grew ill, 
And alarm and consternation all our hearts began to fill ; 
Our kind doctor soon was summoned and did all that she 

could do 
To relieve our precious darling, hoping that he'd struggle 


Ev'ning came and still our darling grew no better and 
great fear 

Filled our hearts and we were fearful that the end was 
drawing near 

And we parents both concluded to baptize him that same 

Ere the hand of the grim reaper come and carry him away. 

In his arms the father took him, and upon his little head, 

Sprinkled thrice baptismal waters, while he reverently said, 

As he trembled with emotion, while his tears were falling' 

While the mother lay there weeping, John Raymond I bap- 
tize thee. 

To his grave again we hasten, oh, how dear to us that spot. 


In the name of God the Father, and of His beloved Son, 
Also of the Holy Spirit, thus the sacred rite was done, 
And although our hearts were breaking, we could say 

amid our grief, 
He in Jesus was ingrafted, and it brought us sweet relief. 
As the days passed by we watched him, now and then he 

would revive, 
And again within our bosoms hope would rise that he 

might live ; 
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday came and went 

and still he lay 
Pale and calm and faintly moaning as each hour passed 


Friday came, he seemed some better, how our hopes again 

did rise, 
But alas, they soon were blasted, bitter tears streamed 

from our eyes. 
As the shades of twilight deepened, darling Raymond fell 

And went home to be with Jesus, nevermore to moan nor 

With hearts bowed in grief and sadness and our eyes by 

tears made dim, 
After ministers had spoken, in the grave we lowered him ; 
There we left his little body to await the trumpet's sound, 
When the Savior will call to him all who sleep beneath the 


Ah, how drearv is our household ! one dear lamb has taken 

And has left us sad and lonely, O how silent is the night! 
To his grave again we hasten, oh, how dear to us that 

Though years pass away, our darling shall by us ne'er be 

forgot ! 



Rest in peace, dear little Raymond, we will some day 
follow thee, 

And within the heavenly mansions thy dear face again 
we'll see ; 

There again we'll be united and forevermore will dwell 

In bright mansions with our Savior, Raymond, dear, fare- 
well, farewell! 

September 20, 1907. 

Note. — In my preface I speak of this volume contain- 
ing 501 poems. The above poem was added after the 
printers had set up nearly 200 pages of the book, which 
makes the number 502. The poem was written in memory 
of our son, John Raymond Bair, who was born September 
3d and died September 13th. J. F. B. 


These are the Laurel Hill mountains where once stood 

dense hemlock forests, 
Which have all well nigh been vanished by the sharp ax of 

the woodman ; 
Here the swift deer and the panther, bear and wild cat once 

were plenty, 
So were wild turkey and pheasant, but the white man's ball 

and powder 
Have brought the bear and the panther well nigh to utter 

And the wild turkey and pheasant are seldom seen on the 



Down the steep slopes of these mountains rushed the soft 
murmuring brooklet, 

Tumbling o'er rocks as it hurried on its course toward the 
river ; 

Fearlessly over these mountains once roamed the fierce sav- 
age Indians, 

Shooting the deer with their arrows, catching the fish in 
the brooklet, 

Bearing them home to their wigwams where dwelt their 
sqaws and papooses. 


To the west slope of these mountains white men kept stead- 

ily coming", 
Buying up land from the Indians, paying them only a trifle, 
Small cabins soon were erected in the heart of the dense 

Soon there sprang up where we're standing a little village 

of cabins, 
By and by Indians grew hostile, settlers for years had great 

But the red men were soon driven far from the homes of 

the settlers. 
White men then cleared off the timber and set to farming 

in earnest. 
'Twas in the year eighteen hundred that a man named 

Thomas Osburn 
Purchased a whole thousand acres on the west slope of 

these mountains ; 
It was all covered with hemlock, giant trees stood close 

together ; 
Though he owned all this vast forest, he had to scratch for 

a living 
For in his day hemlock timber was of small value consid- 


But he worked on firm and bravely with his good wife and 

five children 
And when he died his son Joseph bought all the land for 

a trifle. 


Softly the zephyrs were falling on a warm ev'ning in April, 
Down from the sky rays of moonlight shone brightly on a 

young couple 
Seated beneath a tall hemlock, on a huge log by a cabin, 
Joe Osburn sat there a wooing Ruth Brown a handsome 

young maiden. 
Long time they sat there a musing but at last Joe broke 

the silence, 
Only three days more dear Ruthie till you will be mine 

Then we'll inhabit my cabin, I'll own it is not inviting, 
But I have strong hopes that some day I shall give you 

something better. 
Three days later the parson joined them together in wed- 
They went at once to housekeeping in Joe's smali humble 

log cabin ; 
Joe set to work cleaning patches, picking stones and grub- 
bing briars. 
One year passed by then a baby boy came to brighten their 

After two years came another, this time a bright blue eyed 

daughter ; 
Truly, said Joe, God has blessed us, what care I for earthly 

riches ? 
No palace could be more cheerful than this rude humble 

log cabin. 
Years quickly sped, the two children, Ralph and Drucilla 

grew larger, 


Both went to school in the winter; both worked hard during 
the summer. 

James Long, the son of a neighbor, "bout the same age as 

Went to the same school each winter, he was a bright, able 

As the years sped quickly onward and our sweet maiden 

Grew up to be a young lady, James to her paid strict atten- 

He loved her dearly, Drucilla's love for him never was 
wanting ; 


It was now in mid October, softly the bright leaves were 

The gray frost had bursted open burrs and exposed the 

brown chestnuts. 
Now, behold climbing the mountain, James Long and 

charming Drucilla, 
All day they spend in the forest, filling their baskets with 

Which can be found in abundance neath the huge trees of 

the forest. 
By and by, tired of roaming, searching and scratching for 

James said, I'm going to rest on this rock by the clear little 

Sitting down he said, Drucilla, will you not come and sit 

by me? 
She was not long in complying with the request of her 

Side by side on the rock seated, both for some moments 

were silent, 
While the small brooklet kept singing as it dashed hur- 
riedly by them. 


By and by James said, Drucilla, list to the song of the 

List, do you not understand it? nothing to me could be 

James, said Drucilla, what is it that the small brooklet is 
saying ? 

Tell me, James, what is it saying? truly, I can't understand 

Close to his bosom he drew her, darling, said he, I will 
tell you 

Just what the brooklet is saying, 'tis a love song it is 

For two young lovers close by it, listen, now softly it mur- 

Do you love me dear Drucilla? that is not all dear, now 

Hear it again softly singing, this is what it is now saying, 

Will you be mine dear Drucilla, will you be mine dear, 
forever ? 

On the fair face of Drucilla, blushes and smiles inter- 

Then in his face gazing upward, in a voice sweet as the 

She to the question made answer, yes, my dear James, I 
do love you 

More than the whole world beside you and I will be 
your's forever. 

Bending, a sweet kiss he planted on the sweet lips of Dru- 

That is the seal dear, he whispered, and it will bind us 


Softly the snowflakes were falling early one November 

Ruthie Osburn was preparing cakes for their Thanksgiv- 
ing dinner 


Which would take place on the morrow, Ralph had gone 
out to shoot turkey; 

Soon he returned from his hunting, laden with two mon- 
strous turkeys ; 

My, Ralph, but you have been lucky ! where did you find 
them? said Ruthie. 

Oh ! he replied, over yonder in that dense thicket of bushes, 

I beheld these two large turkeys neath a large tree close 
together ; 

I raised my rifle and fired and killed them both with one 

How large they are, said Drucilla, how will we manage 
to eat them? 

How I wish that we'd have comp'ny to help us eat up our 

Some one is coming tomorrow to dine with us dear Dru- 

Smilingly answered her father while she gazed at him in 
wonder ; 

Oh tell me who? said Drucilla, is it some one from a dis- 
tance ? 

Yes, said her father, your uncle is coming down from New 
York City, 

I had a letter this morning, saying he'd be here for dinner ; 

Oh what good news, said Drucilla, how glad I'll be to see 
uncle ! 


Thanksgiving morning dawned brightly, sunlight gleamed 
on the tall hemlocks 

Covered with snow, all the mountains glistened like mil- 
lions of diamonds ; 

On the hearthstone in the cabin, light from the log fire 
glistened ; 

Faces were seen at the window, scanning the hill in the 
distance ; 


Soon the fair face of Drucilla brightens, she cries, He is 

See, he is crossing the meadows, yes, it is Uncle Uriah. 

Like a swift deer, out she rushes through the rude cabin's 
low doorway, 

Down the steep hill, through the snow drifts, disheveled 
hair flying wildly, 

Nought for her looks is she caring, thinks but of meeting 
her uncle ; 

Now in his arms he has caught her, can this indeed be 

Grown to a handsome young lady? 'tis many years since I 

saw you. 
Up to the house then together, uncle and niece plod 

through snowdrifts, 
Soon they 'both enter the cabin, then there's another glad 

Soon at the table all seated, bowing their heads while God's 

Is being asked by the father on the food spread out before 

On a large plate in the center of the plain table the turkeys, 
Brown as two chestnuts, lie steaming, uncle is called on to 

carve them 
And he responds without coaxing, soon each is served to 

his liking. 
Ah ! said Uriah, how pleasant to be here in the old home- 
Never did I, in the city, reap this amount of enjoyment. 
Dinner is over, the brothers chat in one end of the cabin 
While in the kitchen Drucilla sings as she washes the 

Joe, said Uriah, I notice you still own large tracts of 

I can't see why you don't sell it, it would now bring you 

large money. 


Yes, said Joe, I have been offered large sums for that 

thousand acres, 
But I still think it will bring me more than I yet have been 

Yes, said Uriah, quite likely you will get more for your 

Now I will make you an offer, backed by a firm in the 

city ; 
Five hundred dollars an acre, what do you say, will you 

take it? 
Joe sat there pond'ring a moment, that was more than he 

Then with a smile he made answer, 'Tis a fair price, so 

I'll take it. 


Two weeks had passed since Thanksgiving, Joe had made 

out all the papers, 
Transferred his large tract of timber to the large firm in 

the city ; 
By this transaction Joe Osburn suddenly found himself 

He and his wife now decided to move up to New York 

'Twas now the tenth of December, they would not move 

before April ; 
Joe Osburn spent the whole winter planning what business 

he'd enter ; 
Oil fields in western Ohio, large returns seemed to be 

So he took stock in a eomp'ny and had no cause to regret 

They struck crude oil in abundance and wealth rolled into 

their pockets. 



Winter passed off and mild April came with her sweet 

welcome showers, 
But there came at the same season war between us and the 

Uncle Sam had sent a vessel to guard our int'rests .in Cuba, 
'Twas the great ironclad vessel known as the Maine, of our 

As she patroled near Havana, steaming by old Moro Castle, 
None of her brave crew e'er dreamed that danger was 

lurking about them ; 
Suddenly a fierce explosion, louder than thunder resounded 
Throughout the harbor, that vessel was blown to atoms, 

while saliors, 
More than two hundred, lay helpless and the commission 

That the Spaniards had through malice the great disaster 

Afterwards Uncle Sam issued an ultimatum, demanding 
That Spain her hold should relinquish on Cuba, and her 

Brought on the war which that April had been declared 

by our Congress. 
Young men from valley and mountains came in large num- 
bers to offer 
Themselves to Uncle Sam's service, willing to die for 

Old Glory. 
James Long, Drucilla's young lover, was by the others 

made captain, 
Soon his brave comp'ny was ordered off to the Philippine 

Only three days were they given to bid farewell to their 

loved ones, 
Captain Long spent the time mostly with his affianced, 



Late did they sit up that ev'ning for the next day he must 

leave her 
Who was 'his joy and his comfort and would some day be 

his help meet. 
Sad was that night for Drucilla, tears from her eyes 

flowed quite freely, 

Hiding her face in his bosom to him she clung, softly 

Oh, my dear James, how I'll miss you ! yet I am proud 
you are going, 

For 'tis a cause just and righteous and you will come out 

Close to his bosom he drew her, softly whispered, Dru- 
For your sake I will fight bravely, die if I must for my 

country ; 
What am I, darling, that you should treasure my friend- 
ship so highly? 
You are now wealthy while I am but a poor student still 

On borrowed money for knowledge, strange you esteem' me 

so highly ; 
After I'm g i one you'll forget me, you will meet in New 

York City, 
Young fellows immensely wealthy, then I will be a back 

James, said Drucilla, you must not talk to me after that 

What do I care for their riches, true love is greater than 

millions ; 
All the wealth of this great nation and all beyond the 

broad ocean, 
Would not be able to turn me from the one who loves me 

Can you not trust your Drucilla, do you think I would 

deceive you? 


No, precious darling, he answered, I was but jesting, I 

Doubted your word for a moment, no sweetheart ever was 

truer ; 
Though the broad ocean, Pacific, may roll its huge waves 

between us, 
Thoughts of my darling Drucilla shall o'er its billows come 

to me ; 
When I am lying in trenches, while the fierce battles are 

Roaring of guns and shells bursting will seem to me to be 

Be of good cheer, your Drucilla thinks more of you than 

all others ; 
Thoughts of you darling will strengthen me to resist all 

And when I come home triumphant you will be glad I 



Early next morning Drucilla started to town with her 

Crowds at the station assembled, wives of the soldiers and 

Brothers and sisters and sweethearts, there to bid farewell 

to loved ones. 
Up to the station comes marching Captain Long with his 

brave soldiers, 
Loud cheers arose from the people, several bands rendered 

Now a shrill sound of a whistle warns them the train is 

Sad is the sight to behold now, relatives bitterly weeping. 
All aboard ! shouts the conductor, Captain Long cries out, 

Attention ! 


Forward march, soldiers, on board now, quickly the brave 
boys obey him ; 

Captain Long tarries a moment, close by his side is Dru- 

Drawing her close to his bosom, several kisses he planted 

On her sweet lips and he cares not how many people be- 
hold it, 

And the sweet maiden Drucilla bravely receives his ca- 
resses ; 

But he must linger no longer for the bell's tolling the 

Farewell, my darling Drucilla ! what I have told you re- 

Farewell, James, heaven protect you ! I will remember my 
promise ; 

Puff, puff! snorts the huge engine, onward the train now 
is moving; 

Hundreds of 'kerchiefs are waving to the brave boys now 

Soon they are lost in the distance, sad are the hearts left 
behind them ; 

Some of those brave hoys will doubtless never return to 
their loved ones, 

Some will 'be pierced through with bullets, others will die 
of diseases, 

Such is the fortune of warfare, men like beasts freely are 


Softly the breezes are blowing from the broad ocean, 

Into the Golden Gate Harbor rides a United States trans- 

Soldiers in blue stand in waiting for the command to move 
forward ; 


Not the least of all the forces is the brave Tenth, Penn- 
Ready to go forth to battle, willing to die for their country ; 
Captain Long's boys are among them, longing to shoot a 

few Spaniards. 
Soon the command comes to enter and the blue columns of 

March up the gangway in order to the United States 

Soon the huge steamer moves forward out of the Golden 

Gate harbor, 
Now they begin their long journey over the ocean, Pacific; 
See on the deck of the transport soldier boys standing and 

The beautiful city of Frisco now many miles in the dis- 
Now it has faded completely, nought can they see now 

but water, 
Tears very freely are flowing as the boys think of their 

loved ones ; 
Many are seized with sea sickness, see them lean over the 

Pouring libations to Neptune time after time from their 

Weary, they lie down and slumber, morning dawns, they 

are no better, 
Nothing will stay in their stomachs, never saw anything 

like it. 
Day after day thus they suffer as they glide over the ocean, 
Several die on the voyage and find a grave neath the 

Weary and worn by their journey, they at last enter a 

Near the stronghold of Manilla where, the Dons hold Moro 

Here they behold the remains of the Spanish fleet Admiral 


Now in a fine mansion dwelling" 


Had with his guns smashed to pieces, not even one had 

escaped him. 
Rain came pouring in torrents, wetting the boys as they 

That's what it means to be soldiers, cheer up brave boys, 

said the Colonel ; 
There was at that time no shelter, they were exposed to 

the rainstorm, 
Who will say that those brave soldiers did not endure many 

hardships ? 


'Tis a sweet, calm summer ev'ning, up a street in New 

York City 
Goes a postman with his letters, parcels and other mail 

matter ; 
Now he draws near to a mansion where a young lady is 

waiting ; 
With a, good ev'ning, he greets her, saying, I have here a 

Come from the Philippine Islands, and it is marked, 

Soldier's letter, 
Two cents postage is wanting, but I know vou'll gladly pay 

Yes indeed, answered Drucilla, for it was she who received 

She, the same handsome Drucilla who had once dwelt in a 

Now in a fine mansion dwelling, father worth nearly a 

Quickly she opened the letter, eagerly scanning its con- 
Captain Long and his brave soldiers had arrived safe in 

They had been in one small battle, one of their number 

had fallen ; 


In a few days they expected to make a dash on Manilla, 
It was a very long letter which the young Captain had 

But not too long for Drucilla, she read it over and over. 
In her bed-room that same ev'ning, by her bedside, ere 

On her knees, with her hands folded, she thanked her heav- 
enly Father 
For having spared her young lover when the fierce battle 

was raging, 
And praying God still to spare him through any succeeding 

And bring him back safely to her after the war should be 

And the kind Father who watches over his children who 

trust him, 
Looked down in mercy upon her and in her soul breathed 

sweet comfort. 


We have told how that Joe Osburn suddenly came to be 

From a log cabin he moved to a large and beautiful man- 

In 'bout as beautiful section as any in New York City. 

Wealth made no change in Joe Osbourn, nor his son Ralph, 
nor Drucilla, 

They were as common as when they lived in the little log 
cabin ; 

But with Joe's wife it was difFrent, she became proud, vain 
and foolish, 

Striving ever to ape after other rich people and trying 

Ever to induce Drucilla to imitate the proud women ; 

But she could never persuade her, then she tried scolding 
and threat'ning, 


But through it all brave Drucilla never gave way for a 

As young Ralph Osburn sat reading war news, he sud- 
denly started, , 

Turned to his sister exclaiming, here is some war news, 

The Tenth 'has had a fierce battle, has taken the city, 

Quickly, beside him, Drucilla glanced at the list of dis- 

Then read the startling announcement, "Captain Long 
fataily wounded ;" 

One scream she gave then fell fainting into the arms of her 

In a short time she recovered, Ralph and her father stood 
'by her. 

Cheer up, my dear ! said her father, James is brave and will 
live through it ; 

You are right, father, she answered, I will wait patiently 
for it , 

Wish I too were in Manilla, 'twould be a pleasure to nurse 

Ralph again took his newspaper and with his reading con- 
tinued ; 

Ho! he exclaimed, Count Von Remsburg is now here in 
New York City! 

What? said his mother, you're joking, that would be quite 
a high honor 

For the folks of New York City, all ought to turn out to 
meet him. 

Humph ! said Joe, he is no better than any common man 

For my part I would not bother to walk ten yards to be- 
hold him, 


I would a hundred times rather see Captain Long with his 

Marching up through New York City than all the counts 

in creation. 
To this reply Ralph responded, so would I, father, much 

So would I, answered Drucilla, what do these old Counts 

amount to? 
I have no doubt he's a gambler like many others with titles ; 
No doubt he owes many thousands and has come over the 

To marry some wealthy lady and pay his debts with her 

Very well spoken, my sister, smilingly answered her 

I have no doubt you've conjectured bout the full truth of 

the matter. 
Yes, said their father, I pity any young woman who'd 

Any such person to marry for she would certainly rue it. 
Many have married for titles, only to find they were empty 
And in a short time we found them eagerly seeking di- 
These words of Joe, so sarcastic, set his wife's glib tongue 

a going, 
Hotter and hotter her temper waxed, she replied in her 

Shame on your talk, Joseph Osburn, you ought to feel 

highly honored 
If a chance you should be given to interview Count Von 

Phew ! said Joe, feel highly honored to have the priv'lege 

Mc to shake hands with Count Remsburg? ha, ha, if you 

don't amuse me ! 
Maybe you think I had- better take our best rug out and 

spread it 


In his path for him to walk on lest a plain path might 

defile him? 
How many servants, I wonder, has he brought over from 

Europe ? 
Like as not he has 'bout fifty, don't you think so now, 

dear Ruthie? 
O, you old fashioned back-woodser, answered his wife, 

you're no better 
Than when we lived in the mountains, wish you would 

get some refinement. 
Joseph leaned back and with laughter answered, the truth 

you have spoken, 
I agree that I'm no better than when we lived in a cabin, 
What would have made me I'd like to know if you're able 

to tell me, 
Better than when I a farmer scratched o'er the fields on 

the mountains? 
While they thus argued Drucilla stood gazing out of the 

. window ; 
Little she heeded their quar'ling for her thoughts far away 

Far away over the ocean to the place where her brave 

Pierced by the enemy's bullets, no doubt severe pains was 



Four days had passed since Drucilla heard of her lover's 

Ev'ry day she was expecting to hear that he was recov'- 
ring ; 

Greatly was she disappointed as each day came and de- 

Bringing no tidings whatever of the brave captain's con- 
dition : 


How she scanned ev'ry newspaper, hoping to get infor- 
Only one very small item had she observed yet about him, 

He was still living but seemed to have little chance for 
recov'ry ; 

Agony, bitter, she suffered, nothing could bring to her 
comfort ; 

Constantly Ralph had been with her ,trying to comfort his 

Always at mealtimes her father did all he could to arouse 

her ; 
Cheer up, said he, dear Drucilla, we will yet see the brave 

Come home and able to clasp you in his strong loving 

With a sad smile she made answer, wish I could have your 

faith father, 
Firmly I b'lieve he'll recover, yet I can't help but feel 

Then spoke her mother, I've something this afternoon 

which will cause you 
To become lively and cheerful, you will not think of your 

sorrow ; 
I have invited some women, ladies of very high standing, 
To take tea with us this ev'ning, you must look cheerful 

and happy 
While in their presence, they must not know that you're 

morning or fretting 
Day after day for a common young man who came from 

the country. 
Quickly the face of Drucilla flushed red with just indig- 
And with contempt she made answer to the remark of her 

Common young man from the country, and you don't 

want them to know it ; 


Where did I come from and you too? out of a little log 

Yes, said her mother, I know it, 'but we now live in a city, 
We should seek after refinement and our friends never 

should know that 
We were once common back-woodsers, scratching around 

o'er the mountains ; 
Here you are mourning, Drucilla, over that plain common 

Take my advice now and drop him, let some young man 

of high standing 
Here in the heart of this city with you from henceforth 

keep comp'ny. 
Mother, the very idea! you seem each day to be making 
Yourself more foolish, I wonder why it is you can not 

see it. 
I drop my 'best friend, no never, I will cling to him for- 
E'en though he should not recover, I will my love with 

him 'bury. 
No other man shall e'er win it, he alone is my true lover. 

Ev'ning came and the swell comp'ny turned out arrayed 
in their jewels, 

You should have seen Mrs. Osburn trying to show off 
before them, 

Trying to induce Drucilla to imitate them and also 

Talk like one whose tongue is crippled, words like to- 
mowah and butta, 

New Yok and Pittsbug and so forth, actions intensely dis- 

Or which at any rate should be to any sensible person. 

On all such actions Drucilla looked with contempt and 

Little cared she for the comp'ny of such vain ignorant 


While the guests sat at the table eating- the sumptuous 

Which had been spread by the hostess, there came a sound 
of loud voices, 

Each one stopped eating and listened, there was heard 
sounds of loud tramping 

Out in the street many people seemed to come running to- 

To the front door the guests hastened, there in the street, 
right before them, 

Large crowds of people had gathered while other men 

still came running. 
Out in the street rushed Drucilla, crying out, men, what's 

the matter? 
Some one is hurt, Miss Drucilla, and it appears very badly, 
Answered Sam Morrow, their neighbor, who was well 

known to the Osburns. 
Some one, no one seems to know him, came down the 

street lively coasting 
On his wheel and had a breakdown, fell on his head on 

the curbstone ; 
They say that he is unconscious, some one should go for 

a doctor. 
Into the throng then Drucilla elbowed her way 'till she 

reached him ; 
There he lay wounded and bleeding, she at once thought 

of another 
Far away, wounded, with strangers, and she said to the 

Carry him into the house men, who he is, I'm sure I 

know not, 
But we'll see that he is cared for till he is able to tell us. 
Four men then lifted him gently, carried him into the 

Then on a bed gently placed him, there he lay moaning 

and groaning, 


All the guests of Mrs. Osbourn curiously gathered around 

him ; 
Who can he be? they all wondered, he must be rich said 

one woman, 
See the fine clothes he is wearing, looks very much like 

a german. 
While he lay moaning he murmured, O, O, mine mutter, 

I'm kilt me! 
Hear! said Drucilla, he's german, well, in this place they 

are plenty. 
Poor man, no doubt he's hurt badly, better send for a 

One of the ladies suggested as she addressed Mrs. Osburn ; 
I have done so, said Drucilla and I think he is now coming. 
Dr. Van Waters soon entered, looked at the man very 

Bad case, I fear that concussion of the brain may result 

from it. , 

It is not safe to remove him to the hospital this ev'ning, 
He must be kept very quiet for his condition is serious ; ; 
He is a stranger but doubtless may have friends here in 

this city, 
You must watch by him, Drucilla, I will come back in the 

That I will do, said Drucilla, he shall be well taken care of, 
'Tis the command of the Scriptures that we care for needy 

So he was left at the mansion and they cared tenderly for 

him ; 
After days of intense suff'ring, suddenly he became con- 
On the same day the physician said that they might now 

with safety 
Take him away in a carriage to the hospital for treatment. 
He was accordingly taken, 'twas a relief to Druciila 
Who had so faithfully nursed him and was now worn out 

and weary. 


Who he was, he had not told them, for he could speak 

little english, 
What he did speak was so broken, none of them could 

understand it. 

Early next morning Ralph Osburn glanced o ? er the news- 
paper colmuns, 
Soon his eyes fell on a heading and he exclaimed, O just 

listen ! 
Here is some news for you mother which will surprise 

you immensely. 
What is the news, said his mother, which will so greatly 

surprise me, 
Some one I know getting married? no matter what, let 

us hear it. 
Well, answered Ralph, I will read it, 'but you had better 

be ready 
For a surprise which I reckon will surpass any you've 

During your lifetime encountered, really, I fear it will 

shock you ; 
Maybe I'd better not read it, said he, and tried to look 

But a sly mischievous twinkle in his bright eyes was 

O you young rogue, said his mother, stop now your tire- 
some teasing, 
Read us the news for I'm very anxious indeed for to hear 

All right, said Ralph, you shall hear it, here it is listen 

It has today just developed that the man injured last 

On the street near Joseph Osburn's, thrown from his wheel 

on the curb-stone, 
Was the distinguished young german, better known as 

Count Von Remsburg. 


As the name of Count Von Remsburg fell on the ears of 
his mother, 

You should have seen how she started, threw up her hands 
in amazement ; 

Could it be true, was she dreaming, had they unconsciously 

Services to Count Von Remsburg? how proud she felt of 

the honor ; 

How I wish that we had known it, we would have been 
more devoted 

In our administering to him, wouldn't you have been, 

No, said she, not one iota more time would I have de- 

To any person blue blooded than to his most humble sub- 

I get completely disgusted with those who nearly go crazy 

Over a man with a title, little faith have I in any. 

How much good do they accomplish? princes get hun- 
dreds of thousands 

For sitting idle, while workmen get for hard work a few 
dollars ; 

Had he been nought 'but a workman, I would have given 
him treatment 

Same as if lie were the highest monarch in all the old 

Ralph clapped his hands and then shouted, Brave sister, 
you're patriotic! 

You have expressed my convictions, I can endorse all 
you've spoken. 

This was more than their vain mother could undergo, so 
she answered, 

O you provoking young striplings, you are both just like 
your father, 

Always admiring the common and making fun of the 
stylish ; 


Think for a moment, Drueilla, how other girls would have 
prized it, 

If they had had the rare privilege of waiting on Count 
Von Remsburg, 

They'd have kept talking about it till they were old and 
gray headed. 

How I wish both of you children had the least bit of re- 

What would we do with it mother? answered Ralph, while 
slyly winking, 

We could not eat it nor drink it, nor make of it any 

clothing ; 
Now, I am not a believer in anything that is useless, 
And that which you call refinement is What I call vain and 

foolish ; 
Take all mankind, take the richest, are they, because they 

have money, 
Fine clothes and mansions and so forth, more refined than 

any others? 
Not to my mind, I feel certain that the most humble and 

Possess as much true refinement as the stiff aristocratic; 
We have here in this large city, I can vouch for what I'm 

Women who boast of refinement, who daily go to wine 

When they go home from those parties, you find them in 

what condition? 
In their closed cabs, beastly drunken, do not look wild, I 

can prove it ; 
Women who act thus, I care not though their clothes 

sparkle with jewels, 
Have not a spark of refinement, don't deserve to be called 

ladies ; 
Tell me now, honestly, mother, what do you know of this 



Whom people call Count Von Remsburg, why don't you 

answer my question? 
Well, I can tell, you know nothing and for ought you know 

he may be 
A low mean gambler and scoundrel like many others with 

For my part, I wouldn't bother my head the least bit about 

You did your duty toward him while he lay here in bed 

Not a word of contradiction did the vain mother once 

Gainst the sound argument Ralph had so very ably pre- 
sented ; 
With her lip turned up in scorn she out of the room quickly 



Four weeks had passed since Drucilla had heard of James 

being wounded ; 
For two weeks she had heard nothing of his condition, no 

From him had ever come to her, of course she could not 

expect one ; 
He lying wounded and helpless, perhaps completely un- 
To think of him writing letters, that would be out of the 

As the days passed by Drucilla grew very anxious and 

Little cared she for the comp'ny which they had now 

almost daily, 
Wives of rich men of the city, flashly dressed, painted and 

Called on their friend, Mrs. Osburn who with great pride 

entertained them; 


But very often Drucilla would not come into the parlor, 
But in her room remained pond 'ring over the fate of her 

Oft she sat quietly weeping, praying that he might recover ; 
Deep was the pain which she suffered, crushed was her 

poor soul with anguish ; 
O, she would sigh, if I only knew he were living, I'd gladly 
Wait with the greatest of patience till he'd completely re- 
cover ; 
But here I sit and no message comes to me of his condi- 
Maybe he's dead and now lying buried beyond the broad 

ocean ; 
The very thought made her shudder and she burst forth 

into weeping, 
O, she cried, Father in heaven have mercy on me and spare 

By and by she became calmer and o'er the matter sat 

pond'ring ; 
Softly the winds seemed to whisper, Weep not, your lover 

is living. 
Ah, she said softly, if only I could know how he is faring! 
But I feel sure he is living and that I some day shall see 

Well and as hearty as ever" he is not dead but still living, 
Seems to me that I now see him in the field hospital lying 
Under the knife of the surgeon, intense pain he is enduring, 
But he bears ev'rything bravely though his wounds pain 

nim intensely ; 
Day after day seems I see him battling with death ev'ry 

Slowly the ground he is gaining, see his wounds are nicely 

healing ; 
Ah!. but again now I see him pale and still and scarcely 

Father have mercy, he's dying, spare him, my only true 



O, he's not dead! see him moving, now his eyes open, he's 

Hark ! the kind doctor is saying, Danger is past, he'll re- 
cover ; 
See, he grows gradually better, now from his bed he arises ; 
He's speaking, 'tis true, I can hear him, O, 'tis to me he 

is speaking, 
Truly I hear him, he's saying, fear not, I'm coming, Dru- 

She leaps from her chair, she is startled, she cries aloud; 

See, he's coming, 
She gazes around bewildered, the scene she beholds no 

Smiling, before her, her brother stands gazing at her in 

Placing his arms gently round her, close to his bosom he 

drew her ; 
Then in her ear gently whispered, What is the matter, 

dear 'sister? 
O Ralph, she said, I've been dreaming! but I can scarcely 

believe it, 
Ev'rything seemed just so real, then her whole dream she 

To Ralph who listened with int'rest and when she had 

finished he answered, 
Heaven grant that your dream, sister, may all prove true 

to a letter, 
But I came upstairs to tell you that Cousin Ruth and Aunt 

Have come to pay us a visit and are both anxious to see 

Hasten and make up your toilet and come down into the 

What! Cousin Ruth and Aunt Liza? quickly inquired Dru- 

Come all the way from Chicago? well, I will come down 

directly ; 


Tis a long time since I've seen them, six years have passed, 
yes, 'tis seven, 

I was just thirteen years old then, Ruthie was just three 
years younger ; 

It will delight me to see her, I am sure that she is pretty ; 
Yes, answered Ralph, she is handsome and also very good 

Were it not that she's my cousin, I would make her my 
wife surely. 

Would you indeed? laughed Drucilla, maybe you'd not 

have the making 
All to do, it takes two persons as you know to make a 

O, said Ralph, laughing, I'd manage to win my suit in 

some manner ; 
Don't you know that most young ladies are just like bad 

colds, Drucilla? 
Most of them easy to capture but very hard to get rid of. 
As he stood laughing, Drucilla picked up a cushion and 

threw it 
At him while he ran off dodging just as the missile passed 

by him. 
My, he bawled out from the stairway, but you're a fine 

shot Drucilla, 
You should have gone with the captain off to the Philip- 
pine Islands, 
You'd have shot down all the Spaniards, ending the war in 

short order. 
Come, I'll behave now, dear sister, let us go down to the 

Or I'm afraid they'll be thinking that you're not anxious 

to see them. 
So they both went down the stairway and in a moment 

Found herself in the embraces of Cousin Ruth and Aunt 



Found herself also half smothered neath a large shower 

of kisses. 
Dear Cousin Ruth, said Drucilla, can it be you're a young 

Seems but a short time since we were little girls playing 

together ; 
But ne'ertheless I am happy once again to have the pleasure 
Of having you pay us a visit, hope you will greatly enjoy 

Surely we shall, answered Ruthie, you can't imagine, Dru- 

How much real genuine pleasure it now affords me to see 

I have been planning this visit for the last three years but 

Never, it seems, could get ready but I at last got her 

Glad that at last you succeeded and we much hope that 

your visit 
Will not be short but quite lengthy, that you will spend 

the whole summer 
With us here in New York City, laughinly answered Dru-' 

Not quite that long, said Aunt Liza, if we should stay here 

all summer, 
Father would think he was surely by us completely for- 
saken ; 
And besides you and Aunt Ruthie, Cousin Ralph and 

Uncle Joseph, 
Soon would get tired and wish that we would both take 

our departure ; 
But since we've come, we will manage to remain with you 

a fortnight, 
And I presume you will then be willing we take our de- 
parture ; 
But, what's the matter, Drucilla? seems to me that you 

look sickly, 


Have you been ill very lately, you look pale and you seem 
nervous ? 

no, she answered, while blushing, I've not been sick 

once this summer. 
When she had finished, her mother turned to Aunt Liza 
and answered, 

1 can inform you, Aunt Liza, just what is ailing Drucilla ; 
Love sickness is her affliction and she is badly affected. 
W'hat? said Aunt Liza, O tell me where does he live, in 

this city? 
Is he some man of high standing, banker, or some high 

official ? 
I should think one of her 'standing, wealth and influence 

could capture 
Some gentleman who stands very high in society circles. 
No ! said her mother, 'tis neither banker or some high offi- 
Though I much wish it might be so, if I had my way it 

would 'be ; 
There are young men in this city whom I know would be 

quite willing 
To win her favor and many of them have fathers quite 

wealthy ; 
She will not listen to any of my entreaties a moment, 
All her thoughts center on Captain Long in the Philippine 

Islands ; 
He was a son of our neighbor when we still lived in the 

He went to school with Drucilla and she thinks there is 

none like him ; 
When our troops captured Manilla Captain Long was 

badly wounded, 
Newspapers said there was little hope that he'd ever re- 
For three weeks she has heard nothing of his condition or 



He has died or is still living, that's why she's looking so 
sickly ; 

I have tried hard to persuade her to give him up and en- 

To win some one who is wealthy, some young man in New 
York City; 

Captain Long's not worth a dollar, only a son of a farmer 

Who owns a few stony acres up on the Laurel Hill moun- 

Listen to me now a moment, hear me with patience, dear 

While I thus briefly acquaint you with our new friend, 

Aunt Eliza. 
She had once lived on the mountains and her folks were 

plain and common, 
They were so poor that Eliza had to work out as a servant ; 
When she was twenty she married Joe Osburn's brother, 

After three years he concluded to go out west and there 

Into farm implement business, so they moved into Chicago, 
Times were then good and he prospered, rapidly grew to 

be wealthy, 
And at the same time Eliza grew very vain and bought 

Costing a straight thousand dollars and all poor people 

she hated. 

When Mrs. Osburn had finished telling her story, Aunt 

Tore her eyes open, astonished, then her glib tongue 
quickly loosened 

And with disdain she proceeded to give Drucilla a cen- 

Shame on you, Cousin Drucilla, you should respect your 
relations ; 


Think of a girl of your standing snubbing the sons of rich 

Bankers or railroad officials, choosing instead a poor 

Son of a poor backwoods farmer, really, I scarce can be- 

ileve it. 

To this outburst of rude censure answer was made very 

By the quick witted Drucilla, thus she replied to her Aunt 

Really, I must say, Aunt Liza, that I am greatly aston- 
At the rude, unkind abuses you have just now heaped upon 

me ; 
You think I should have respect for, as you say, my own 

I can assure you I do have for ev'ry one who is honest; 
Not for those only who live in New York or other 

large cities, 
I have respect for those even who are but poor backwoods 

But it appears that you, Auntie, have respect only for rich 

Son of a poor backwoods farmer, what were you one day, 

Aunt Liza? 
Tell me now, what was your father, tell me, Aunt Liza, 

why don't you? 
Well, if you don't, I will tell you, he wa's a poor back- 
woods farmer, 
He was so poor when you married, he could not give you 

a dollar, 
And when you went to Chicago, your husband hadn't two 

That he could call his own money, all he possessed he had 



Should have respect for relations? surely you should have, 

Aunt Liza, 
Surely Aunt, you still remember when you worked out as 

a servant, 

How you scrubbed floors and washed dishes and dared not 
eat with your mistress? 

What, you have no recollections? well, you are very for- 

Well, never mind, there are others who well remember 
about it ; 

People who were at your wedding know what your wed- 
ding dress cost you, 

If you don't know just ask father, he will be able to tell 

Just at that moment her father stood in the doorway be- 
fore them, 

He had been out in the hallway and heard the whole con- 

Now he advanced to Drucilla, saying, my dear, you have 

Words that are true as the Gospel, I was a guest at the 

When your Aunt Liza was married and I remember she 
told me 

That her dress cost but three dollars, I suppose if she had 
known that 

She would some day be quite wealthy, she would not likely 
have told me. 

All is true that you have spoken, Aunt Liza need not deny 

Turning, he said to Aunt Liza, You have said, shame, to 
my daughter 

All because she like a noble woman is true to her lover ; 

Shame on your conduct, Aunt Liza, you must have lost 
all your manners, 

I would not give my Drucilla for all your kind in creation, 


Nor would I give the brave captain, who at this moment 

lies wounded, 
For all the sons of rich bankers you can find in all Chicago, 
For I revere a brave soldier more than a man with ten 


Burning with rage, Aunt Eliza hastily fled from the parlor, 

Then Mrs. Osburn proceeded to soundly lecture her hus- 

But he just sat and laughed at her till s>he could stand it 
no longer 

And went to seek consolation from the vain hearted Aunt 

During this time Cousin Ruthie sat by the side of Dru- 

Now that her mother and aunt had gone from the room, 
she embraced her 

And in her ear softly whispered, You're in the right, dear 

Stick to your lover, the captain, keep no account of my 

All she can think of is money, of the rich folks and high 
standing ; 

I like, myself, to dress neatly, 'tis right when one can af- 
ford it, 

But I respect all poor people who are upright, good and 

And I despise any person, though he be worth many mil- 

If he be mean and dishonest, I have no use for such 
people ; 

And when it comes down to choosing one for a lifelong 

I will have no interference from gadabouts or match- 
makers ; 

You acted bravely, Drucilla, nobly indeed you defended 


Him who so richly deserves it, glad am I that you have 

done so, 
Hope you will always continue thus at all times to defend 

him ; 
If my Aunt Ruthie and mother choose to be so vain and 

I will assure you, Drucilla, that I will ever stand by you. 
Turning, Drucilla then answered, Thank you, dear cousin, 

I'm happy 
To have you for a companion, you have brought to me 

great comfort ; 
Say what they will, I'm determined I will myself choose 

my comp'ny, 
Mother can storm all she pleases, say what she likes 'bout 

the captain, 
All her ado will not serve to turn me the least bit against 

him ; 
She can talk sons of rich bankers till she is tired, I'll 

Take the least notice of any of her vain, foolish sugges- 
tions ; 
I will be true to my promise no matter what it may cost 


Brave girl, dear cousin, said Ruthie, your fortitude I ad- 

Stick to your promise and never let anything ever cause 

To go back on it, I really think there is no one more 

Than she who makes an engagement with a young man 
and then breaks it. 

Turning her eyes to the window, Ruthie exclaimed, Look 

Some one is coming to see you, see, a fine carriage is 


There are two gentlemen getting out of the carriage, who 

are they? 
Up to the front door they're coming, do you not know 

them, Drucilla? 
No, said Drucilla, I do not, but at that I do not wonder, 
It is a thing very common for men to come who are 

Many have business with father, no doubt these men want 

to see him ; 
I will inform him they're coming, then he can go out to 

meet them. 
Into the hallway she hastened, calling, come father, where 

are you? 
Here ! said a voice from the stairway, what can I do for 

my daughter? 
Two men are coming to see you, go to the door and invite 

Into the parlor and seat them, no doubt they've come here 

on business. 
To the front door Mr. Osburn hastened and there in the 

Stood the two men, when they saw him both bowed their 

heads quite politely, 
Then one spoke in broken english, Goot morning friend, 

be you Meester 
Osburn, I plieve dot's de name sir, deese vas de blase vot 

dey told me? 
Yes, sir, my friend, you are right sir, I'm the man whom 

they call Osburn, 
But I don't think that I know you, tell me, I pray, what's 

your name sir? 
My name it vas, veil, I tells you, in german, Hans Von 

Und deese here man vot vas mit me is vot vas hurt by 

your twelling, 
Deese man is de Count Von Remsburg, he's corned to say 

tanks mit you sir ; 


He can speak leetle mit english, to speak in his blace he 

brings me. 

Ho, ho! is this Count Von Remsburg? cooly exclaimed 
Joseph Osburn, 

Ruthie, Drucilla, where are you? but the girls both had 

Up to her room fled Drucilla, Ruthie ran out to her mother, 
O! she exclaimed, quite excited, mother, Aunt Ruthie, 

come quickly 

Into the parlor, two persons have come to pay you a visit ; 
They are two prominent germans, one of them is Count 

Von Remsburg. 
As she spoke thus her Aunt Ruthie stared at her in silent 

wonder ; 
Shocked by surprise, for some moments she could not utter 

a sentence. 
After regaining composure she and Aunt Liza both ven- 
Into the parlor, Joe Osburn to the two men introduced 

As the Count could not speak english, he, through the 

other young german, 
Spoke to the ladies and mentioned how for long weeks he 

had suffered 
From the results of his coasting, wondered how he could 

e'er thank them 
For the great care and attention which they so kindly had 

To him while he badly wounded, on their bed helpless was 

Wished he might see the young lady who had so faithfully 

served him. 
Well, said her mother, I'll call her, Come down, Drucilla, 

you're wanted. 
I will not come, said Drucilla, I am now writing a letter 
Which I desire to finish, ask them, I pray, to excuse me. 


Shame on your actions, Drucilla, how can you thus treat 

your comp'ny? 
Come down, I tell you, this minute, or you will some day 

be sorry. 
Some day be sorry? I wonder what 'twould be for? said 

Drucilla ; 
Maybe I shall but I'm willing on that score to take my 


Seeing that threat'ning prevailed not on her to come, Mrs. 

Changed her tactics and tried coaxing, saying, do come 
now, Drucilla. 

After some moments Drucilla with great reluctance con- 

Went as a matter of duty more than a matter of pleasure ; 

Once in the parlor her mother strained ev'ry effort to 
have her 

Pay to the Count strict attention though she could not 
understand him. 

Scarce had she entered the parlor ere the Count spoke 
through his mouthpiece 

And quickly made known the object of his trip, it was as 

He had crossed over the ocean to our land and his one 

In coming to Uncle Sam's borders was to find some fair 
young lady 

Who would be willing to have him and he had fallen 

In love with their charming daughter who had so faith- 
fully nursed him 

During the days he lay wounded in their house and he 
now asked that 


Their daughter might now be given him for a life long 

As the interpreter quoted the words Count Remsburg had 

Joe Osburn smiled and then answered, You're too late, 

for she is promised ; 
Scarce could he restrain his laughter for he well knew 

how his daughter 
Would treat Count Remsburg's proposal, but Mrs. Osburn 

at once said, 
Yes ! she will certainly do it, think of the honor 'twill bring 

us ! 
Give him your answer, Drucilla, give it at once, I implore 

Quick as a flash came the answer from the undaunted 

And she replied, Yes, I'll freely answer at once, I am 

Here it is, No, I will never go back on my solemn promise 
Which I have made, it is binding and will be binding for- 
ever ; 
No! you may tell Mr. Remsburg, or your grand Count, as 

you call him, 
That I don't want him, 'tis useless for him to press his 

suit further. 

Red as the flames of the fire flushed both the cheeks of 
her mother 

And she became very angry, then she burst forth in her 

Ungrateful daughter, you foolish, selfish and no account 

Think of the chance you are missing, think how we all 
will be humbled ; 

Epithets like these she showered cruelly on poor Dru- 


Till the poor girl fell to weeping, but Mrs. Osburn con- 

Weep, you young wretch! you had better, you will have 
more cause to later, 

Either you marry Count Remsburg or you leave my house 
forever ! 

At this point, up rose her husband and very calmly re- 
buked her, 

Not quite so fast, my dear Ruthie, I'll have the say in that 

You are not yet quite head master of this shebang I can 
tell you, 

And as for choosing a husband, that shall be left to Dru- 
cilla ; 

She will, I know use much better judgment than I did 
when choosing 

One for a lifelong companion, I made a bad stagger at it, 

She has just given her answer, now then torment her no 

I am not seeking a rumpus, but I'll see that she gets jus- 

Turning, he said very gently, Go to your room now, Dru- 

You are not strong and excitement will not help you to 
get better. 

Thank you, dear father, she answered, I will do as you 
suggested ; 

Quickly she rose and departed, glad to be rid of the 

Of the distinguished young german, nothing cared she 
for his title. 

Then said her mother, Aunt Liza, what do you think of 
this matter, 

Isn't it perfectly foolish to reject such a grand offer? 

Yes, said Aunt Liza, 'tis awful, really, I scarce can be- 
lieve it, 


I am sure that if my daughter had such a chance she 

would take it ; 
But some girls are so contrary, never will heed admonition, 
Think they know better than others who have had broader 

experience : ; 
But I think we can induce her yet to accept Count Von 

Yes, said her mother, I think so, and I think that I shall 

tell him 
To call again, in the meantime we will try hard to per- 

saude her. 
So Count Von Remsburg departed after he had been en- 
By Mrs. C'sburn to hope for better success in the future. 
He should return two days later when he could press his 

suit farther. 

Now ! said her mother, Aunt Liza, I shall expect you and 

To use your utmost endeavors to turn the mind of Dru- 

During that ev'ning Aunt Liza coaxed and entreated 

To give heed to the grand offer made to her by Count 
Von Remsburg, 

But to her pleadings Drucilla firmly replied, No, I'll never! 

Leaving her neice, she sought Ruthie, saying, I can not, 
my daughter, 

Do anything with your cousin, will you not go and en- 
treat her? 

Go to her room and remind her of the great chance she'll 
be missing, 

Doubtless she will be more ready to give heed to your en- 

For you seem to be her fav'rite of her whole crowd of 


Mother, said Ruthie, I love her, nothing would please me 

as much as 
To see her marry Count Remsburg, for then she would 

meet the Kaizer; 
At the court she'd be presented and have the title of 

countess ; 
I will go up and entreat her, do what I can to induce her 
To give need to the proposal made to her by Count Von 

But I will not hurt her feelings, but will respect her con- 
victions ; 
While I myself very quickly would accept such a proposal, 
'Tis not the least of my business what she may choose in 

such matters. 
Leaving her mother she hastened off again to find Drucilla, 
Soon the two cousins were seated side by side chatting to- 
Ruthie exclaimed, Dear Drucilla, do you not think you are 

To let a chance pass unheeded such as to you has been 

offered ? 
Think of the fame it would give you all of the leading 

Throughout the land would announce it and we would 

soon see your picture 
In magazines and the people throughout the land would 

all wonder, 
Ev'rywhere they would be asking, Who is this Drucilla 

Who the newspapers have stated is engaged to Count Von 

Remsburg ? 
You would cross over the ocean, people their eyes would 

be straining 
To catch first sight of the vessel on which the Count was 

returning ; 
Eagerly they would be watching to catch a glimpse of the 

countess ; 


Think how you would be presented at the court of that 

great empire, 
Germany, and meet the Kaizer, think of the honor, Dru- 

Surely, if you now reject it, you 'before long will be sorry. 

Like the bright sun just emerging from the black cloud 

after thunder, 
Lightning and terrible earthquake had consternation cre- 
Drucilla's face beamed with beauty and in sweet accents 

she answered, 
You have been speaking, dear Ruthie, much of the very 

great honor 
Which I would soon be receiving if I'd accept Count Von 

Let me, dear, ask you a question and let your answer be 

If before God you had promised ever to be true and faithful 
To a dear friend who reposes greatest of confidence in you, 
And should you, without good reason, ever go back on 

your promise, 
Do you suppose for a moment you would deserve the least 

honor ? 

I must confess, answered Ruthie, that I believe such a 

Would be dishonest and should be ostracized by all good 

Then, said Drucilla, why will you argue this question still 

further ? 
For I have long ago given myself to one whom I honor 
More than all emperors, princes, counts and all others 

blue blooded ; 
What do I know of Count Remsburg? many of his kind 

are gamblers, 


Most of american ladies who married counts, dukes or 

Soon had great cause to regret it and were soon seeking 

divorces ; 
I know him to whom I've promised, who for his country 

lies wounded 
Far away over the ocean, willing to die if must needs be ; 
I, indeed, feel highly honored that of all girls he has 

Me, a plain, common young maiden, for his helpmeet and 

Before he crossed o'er the ocean, solemnly I made the 

That I would ever prove faithful to him and in me he 

Knowing this, could you now ask me to break so solemn 

a promise? 
I know that you Cousin Ruthie, are very proud and ambi- 
To move among the swell classes, still I believe you are 

And that you now will confess that what I am doing is 


Like the proud, unjust accuser who has exhausted all 

To convict innocent victims, who at each turn has been 

Like Job's three haughty accusers, who having failed to 

convict him, 
Finding no words any longer with which they could give 

Ceased to contend any further with righteous Job in the 

So Cousin Ruthie no longer could further argument utter. 
Thoroughly humbled she answered You are quite right, 

dear Drucilla, 


Never go back on your promise, after all nothing is greater 
Than a clear conscience which millions never can purchase, 

I'd rather 
Live in one room and be honest than be a thief in a palace. 

Two days passed by, in the meantime Mrs. Osburn and 

Aunt Liza 
Put forth the greatest of efforts to change the mind of 

Drucilla ; 
But the 'brave girl still undaunted, to all entreaties said, 

never ! 
When the two days had expired and the Count called at 

the mansion 
To get his answer, Drucilla would not allow him to see 

Angry and almost hysteric, Mrs. Osburn told Count Rems- 

Not to give up that she'd manage yet to persuade her to 

have him, 
He should return the next summer and she would humbly 

assure him, 
She would have made all arrangements by that time for a 

grand wedding. 
With this assurance Count Remsburg from New York 

took his departure, 
Set sail for home that same ev'ning, thinking he'd captured 

an heiress. 
As the ship ploughed through the ocean, proudly did young 

Count Von Remsburg 
Strut about o'er the deck daily, thinking how rich he had 

■struck it ; 
He had heard that Mr. Osburn was at least worth *bout 

two millions, 
Only two children to get it, he would be sure of one mil- 
That he might still be rejected, was a thing he had not 

dreamed of, 


For in his country the parents chose for their daughter a 

Alas ! for the foolish count, little knowledge he gained of 

the customs 
Concerning marriage engagements in the free land of 

He had not learned how the daughters, in Uncle Sam's 

vast dominions, 
Had their own way in the choosing for themselves hus- 
bands, though mothers 
Often have tried hard to boss them and in some instances 

force them 
To marry men who were worthless, miserable and low 

lived scoundrels ; 
Little knew he that Drucilla had a will stronger than iron 
Which all the glib tongued matchmakers could not divert 

from her purpose. 
Had the Count more fully known her he would not have 

been so sanguine. 

Two weeks had passed since Count Remsburg had for his 

homeland departed 
Ev'ry day during that period Mrs. Osburn and Aunt Liza 
Coaxed and tormented Drucilla till she was well nigh 

heart broken. 
Tired and forlorn one ev'ning, she very early retired ; 
When she awoke the next morning she felt quite ill and 

when Ruthie 
Called her to come down to breakfast, she replied she was 

not able. 
When Ruthie made the announcement to the folks, Ralph 

said, No wonder, 
'Tis no more than I expected from the way she has been 

By two old women whose notions would indicate both were 

crazy ; 


Then before either Aunt Liza or his own mother could 

chide him, 
Up the stairway he had hastened, into the room of his 

Suddenly he became startled and his whole frame shook 

with horror, 
For on the bed lay Drucilla pale as a corpse, she had 

Out he sped into the hallway, crying, O father, send 

For a physician, Drucilla, my darling sister is dying! 
At this most startling announcement, Mrs. Osburn and 

Aunt Liza 
Both gave loud shrieks and stood wringing their hands 

and bitterly weeping. 
In a short time the physician made his appearance and 

gazed on 
The pale face of poor Drucilla, gave a few simple direc- 
What they should do to revive her, while he stood by over- 
Soon she showed signs of reviving and her blue eyes 

slowly opened, 
Wildly she stared all about her, bending down, Ralph 

softly whispered, 
Do you feel better, dear sister? at which she smiled very 

Seeing her smile Mr. Osburn gently bent o'er her and 

kissed her; 
But when her aunt and her mother came to her bedside 

she uttered 
One long, loud scream of great terror and turned her face 

away from them. 
Very strange, said the physician, she should get scared at 

her mother. 
Not very strange, said her brother, then before either his 



Or his Aunt Liza could answer, Ralph to the doctor re- 

All that had recently happened and capped his story by 

They have that poor girl tormented until she has been 

When Ralph had finished his story, for a few moments 
the doctor 

Stood there in silence, still gazing on the pale face of 

Said he, at last, I'm disgusted, just like some silly old 

Rattle-brained and narrow-minded, gadabouts, foolish 

Whimsical, proud and insisting ever upon their young 

To do something that will make them famous and never 

Whether the person sought by them is even honest or 

He is a thief or a gambler, nothing could be more dis- 

Turning then to Mrs. Osburn he addressed her very 

Well, I must say you two women have made a sorrowful 

You will have cause to regret it, doubtful if she will re- 

At this grave, startling announcement, both of the women 
grew franctic, 

O, oh, oh ! cried Mrs. Osburn, save my poor darling Dru- 
cilla ! 

Stop your boo liooing and yelling, sternly demanded the 

Do not excite her still further, you have done damage 
sufficient ; 


Go to work and give attention to her and do not neglect 

She must be kept very quiet, see that no person disturbs 

I will return in the morning, give her the best of atten- 
As he departed Ralph followed and when he was out of 

Said to the doctor, now tell me, do you think her case is 

serious ? 
No, said the doctor, I only wanted to scare those old 

She is quite ill but I think that in a few days she'll be 

'better ; 
But when you told me your story, I thought 'twould only 

be serving 
Them about right if I'd frighten both half to death, don't 

you think sp? 
Yes, said Ralph, laughing, you truly served them both 

right, they deserved it. 


Softly the ocean's calm breezes on a bright morning were 

As the ship bearing Count Remsburg proudly rode into 

the narbor; 
Soon on the shore he was walking proudly along, he scarce 

Anything for he was thinking of his prospective good 

Suddenly some one addressed him, Hey there, old fellow, 

how are you? 
Then his g*ay face quickly clouded and his heart grew sick 

within him, 
For he 'beheld Carl Von Schweitzer, an old professional 



To whom he owed twenty thousand marks and had nothing 
to pay with. 

For a few moments he stood there like one completely 

Finally, he slowly stammered, Well, Carl Von Schweitzer, 

how are you? 
Very well sir, he responded, glad indeed am I to see you, 
But I dare say you are sorry that you have met me, now 

aint you? 

Well, I see you will not answer, but there's no use of 

your trying 
To play your game any longer, you can no longer evade 

me ; 
For ten months I have been waiting for you to pay me 

that money 
Now, I will give you till morning to pay it all, yes, I 

mean it, 
If you again fail to do it, I will expose the whole matter. 
As he spoke, Count Remsburg trembled and said, Now 

hear me Herr Schweitzer, 
Truly I'm bankrupt and can not pay you that bill in the 

morning ; 
I am not lying, now listen and I will make you a promise, 
And if you wish it I'm willing to put the contract in 

writing ; 
Next summer I'm going to marry a young american 

W T ho will inherit a million dollars of Uncle Sam's money ; 
Now if you're willing to wait me till I come back from 

my wedding, 
I will pay you thirty thousand marks on the day of my 

What? said Carl Schweitzer, you're joking, going to 

marry a lady 
Worth a whole million of dollars? well, you have been 

very lucky. 


If that's the case, I will wait you, for if I don't I will 

Get e'en a part for I'm certain that the fine clothes you 

are wearing 
Are not your own for I'll warrant none of them ever were 

paid for; 
Make out your papers at once then, I will accept your 

Meet me at seven this ev'ning and we will both sign the 

So the two gamblers departed, each very highly elated, 
One o'er the prospects of gaining ten thousand marks in 

excess of 
What the Count owed him, the other over the prospect of 

His shocking deeds from the public, which, if made known 

would disgrace him. 

Three months had passed since Drucilla had been pros- 
trated, her illness 

Several months had confined her to her bed room and the 

Said 'twas exceedingly doubtful whether indeed she'd be 

Out of the house e'en to venture during the cold wintry 

Patiently she had endured it, saying her sickness was noth- 

When compared with the great worry she had each day 
to contend with. 

Four months had passed since her lover had his misfor- 
tune, no letter 

Had she received from him since then, though she had 
heard through the papers, 

He was still living, but whether he was improving she 
knew not. 


O, if he were only able to write one line, how she'd prize 

It would, she knew, make her better just as soon as she 
would read it. 

With her heart thus filled with anguish, drearily she passed 
the winter, 

Those were dark days for Drucilla, no one e'er knew what 
she suffered. 

When April made its appearance she scarcely seemed any 

She was still weak and quite nervous, so her kind father 

To send her off to another climate where she would get 

When he made known his intentions to her, Drucilla con- 

You are quite weak, dear Drucilla, said he to her, as he 
kissed her, 

I shall indeed sadly miss you, but for your sake 1 will 
bear it, 

Where do you think you would like to go for the summer, 
Drucilla ? 

Father, said she, rather faintly, I believe that I would 

Go out into Colorado, to the great city of Denver, 

But I could not make the journey all alone, who would 
go with me? 

Said he, I'd thought of that matter and I have fully de- 

That Ralph shall go along with you, how do you think 
that would suit you? 

There was no need of an answer for the sweet face of 

Fairly glowed with the great pleasure his words had to 
her occasioned. 

Soon all the plans were completed for the long, weari- 
some journey, 


'Twas in the middle of April when they began their trip 

Though Mrs. Osburn was worried very much over the 

Which had prostrated Drucilla, yet she still clung to her 

To make her marry Count Remsburg when he returned 

the next summer. 
Just as Drucilla was starting with Ralph upon their long 

Her mother said, Now remember and come back by next 

For you know that Count Von Remsburg will be here 

then to receive you, 
I will have all your clothes ready and other things for 

your wedding. 
To these words Drucilla answered, laughing at her in de- 
I will be back by September if all goes well, I assure you ; 
But to her father she whispered, But I will also assure her 
That she will send Count Von Remsburg back to his 

country without me. 
With a grim smile of approval, her father answered, 

Brave daughter, # 

Stand your ground firmly, you'll conquer for you are right 

in this matter. 
After farewells had been spoken, they started on their 

long journey 
Over the hills and through valleys, over the vast western 

Crossing the broad Mississippi, thundering through the 

dark tunnels. 

As the gray streaks of the sunlight shown o'er the tops 

of the mountains, 
Down on the city of Denver, to the great city proclaiming 


That a new day was approaching, soon were seen vast 
throngs of people 

Here and there throughout the city, all was great tumult 
and bustle 

Round the large depot where trav'lers always were coming 
and going; 

Soon an express train came rushing into* the large union 

Out from its many long coaches poured forth a huge 
stream of trav'lers, 

Draymen and cabmen were yelling, porters too, lifted 
their voices, 

Each one proclaiming his hotel was the best in the whole 

In the midst of the vast comp'ny, two young folks were 
seen emerging, 

They were our Ralph and Drucilla, now at the end of 
their journey. 

Wearied with trav'ling, Drucilla was faint and nearly ex- 
hausted ; 

Quickly Ralph had her conducted to a hotel and then sum- 

Forth a physician w<ho gave her all the attention she 

For a whole week she scarce ventured out of her room 
but at last she 

Seemed to be growing some stronger and began walking 
a little 

During each day and her doctor said she was daily im- 

Though she was now a long distance from her home in 
New York City, 

And she no longer was taunted by her own mother con- 

Count Von Remsburg, the blue blooded, whom she in- 
sisted Drucilla 


Should bind herself to forever and be home by next Sep- 

For the one purpose of joining herself to that foolish 
German ; 

Though free, I say, from their taunting, yet she contin- 
ually worried 

O'er Captain Long's great misfortune, in being wounded 
so badly. 

Daily she worried and wondered whether again she'd e'er 
see him. 

In Ralph alone she confided, told him what was her chief 

He then became very anxious for the welfare of his sister. 

Daily he watched the newspapers, hoping for some infor- 

Which would bring some consolation to poor down- 
hearted Drucilla. 

As he sat glancing, once ev'ning, hurriedly over his paper, 

Suddenly he was confronted by some news from San- 

Saying tihat several soldiers of the Tenth Regiment started 

On their home journey and hoped to reach home some 
time in mid August. 

Ralph, said Drucilla if only we could be in Sanfraneisco 

When they arrive they could doubtless give to us some in- 

As to the Captain's condition, how glad I'd be to receive 

I would begin to get better that very day I feel certain. 

Sister, said Ralph, there is nothing in the whole world 
that can hinder 

Us from at once starting westward, let us decide that we'll 
do it, 

For I feel certain, dear sister, unless you get information 

Very soon, you will be broken down in your health and 


You will colapse and 'tis doubtful whether you'll ever re- 

Let us be ready for starting by ten o'clock- in the morning, 

Tis for your welfare, I'm willing to spend my very last 

Rather than lose my dear sister, what do you say, dear 

Over the face of Drucilla spread a broad smile of true 

Which told her answer as plainly as any words could 
express it ; 

In sweetest accents she answered, truly, you're thought- 
ful, dear brother, . 

I am sure that I'll enjoy it, let us be ready till morning 

To go on to California for I will never get better 

Till I receive information of him of whom I am thinking 

Ev'ry day, yes, ev'ry minute, when I awake in the morning, 

He is the first that I think of and when my eyes close in 

He is the last in my mem'ry, if I once get information 

That he is sure to recover, I will get well in short order. 

Ha, ha! said Ralph, ev'ry moment did you say that you 
were thinking 

Of Captain Long? well, I'd like to know when you do any 

Of that blue blooded Count Remsburg whom mother says 
you're to marry 

When you come home next September, think it is time 
you're beginning? 

Soon the great Count will be coming over in great pomp 
to claim you, 

Better make ready, Drucilla, think of the very great honor. 

Thus did Ralph teasingly taunt her, trying to look very 

But in spite of his great efforts, Drucilla observed a twink- 

For your health sister, I'm willing to spend my very last 


In his gray eyes which amused her and she mischievously 

That is right, Ralph, I had better be giving him some at- 

For I'm concerned just as much as you are about that 
great matter. 

This was too much for her brother, his merriment could 
no longer 

Be restrained by him, and he burst forth with a loud vol- 
ume of laughter. 

No use to argue, he answered, I will surrender, Drucilla, 

You would, I believe, make a horse laugh with your dry 
'humorous answers. 

Morning dawned and the bright sunbeams shone o'er the 
city of Denver, 

Softly the breezes were blowing, waving the trees on the 

Huge branches laden with verdure shook like the ocean's 
great billows, 

Such were the scenes which Drucilla and Ralph bade fare- 
well that morning, 

As they began their trip westward, bound for the Golden 
Gate Harbor; 

Mile after mile over mountains and through some pic- 
turesque gorges, 

Through some deep canons and over beautiful rivers and 
brooklets ; 

Thus they two days kept traversing many miles of west- 
ern country, 

Over the Sierra Nevadas, through some dense evergreen 

Wearily onward they journeyed, beautiful scenery some- 

Absorbed Drucilla's attention so that at times her great 


For Captain Long was forgotten and her pale cheeks 

glowed with pleasure. 
After long hours of trav'ling they reached* a beautiful 

river ; 
Oh ! said Drucilla, I wonder what the name is of this 

I am not certain, Ralph answered, but I think 'tis Sacra- 
Hearing them speaking, a lady, seated in front of them 

You are right, 'tis Sacramento and we are near to the city 
Bearing the same name, this country is where gold was 

first discovered. 
Good, said Drucilla, we'll soon be at the end of our long 

For I know that Sacramento is not far from Sanfrancisoo. 

Just as the brigfht sun was setting and the soft twilight 

was stealing 
Over the Golden Gate harbor, into the city came thunder- 

With hissing steam and 'bell ringing, whistling of air 

brakes and grating 
Of her brake bars, the express train bringing our weary 

worn trav'lers, 
Ralph and Drucilla into the great city of Sanfrancisco. 
Soon from the coaches emerging were seen large numbers 

of people, 
Then from the crowd round the station rose a great tu- 
mult of voices, 
Have a cab, sir, I will take you to any part of the city ? 
Baggage transferred, where's your check sir? here's where 

you get hot coffee, 
Golden Gate house, here's your porter, carry your satchel 

and coat sir? 
Ralph and Drucilla were jostled here and there as they 



To make their way through the monstrous crowd that 

around them was standing; 
In a short time they were seated in a sleek cab and were 

To a hotel where they shortly /afterwards sat down to 

Weary with trav'ling, they early sought out their rooms 

and retired. 
When Ralph arose the next morning he felt refreshed 

but Drucilla 
Did not feel able to leave her room nor to come down to 

breakfast ; 
Ralph quickly summoned a doctor, for he became very 

Lest the long journey had proven detrimental to Drucilla, 
But the physician assured him he had no reason whatever 
To be alarmed that she only had been fatigued by the 

She has no need of the service of a physician whatever, 
Let her take rest and I'll warrant in a few days she'll be 

When she feels strong enough take her out for a ride in a 

carriage ; 
Then with a hearty, good morning, the doctor took his 

After a few days Drucilla said she was feeling much 

So Ralph engaged a cab driver to take them out to the 

As they turned round a street corner suddenly they were 

With the Pacific's great waters, stretching far off in the 

Here and there steamers were ploughing through the vast 

volume of water, 
Some were just ent'ring the 'harbor, home from a weary, 

long journey, 


Passengers were seen embarking on a huge steam ocean 

Now the huge whistle has sounded, now the gang plank 

has been lifted, 
Hear the huge engines now groaning as the huge vessel 

moves forward, 

See her huge paddle wheels turning, hear the sea's waters 
loud splashing 

As she moves out of the harbor into the ocean's vast 

Hundreds of kerchiefs are waving from those on deck, to 
their loved ones 

Whom they are leaving behind them, and those on shore 
wave an answer 

To their dear friends now departing on their long perilous 

Ralph and Drucilla stood watching as the huge vessel pro- 

Out o'er the ocean's vast waters, watched her grow dim- 
mer and dimmer. 

Now they behold in the distance a dim speck on the horizon, 

Now it draws nearer and nearer, 'tis a huge vessel ap- 

Look, said Drucilla, 'tis coming straight for the Golden 
Gate habor, 

'Tis an exceedingly large one, wonder with what it is laden ? 

'Tis a United States transport, said the cab driver, 'tis 

Some of the Philippine soldiers whom we have long been 

See, said Ralph, see the name Hancock, that is the name 
of the transport 

On which the Tenth, Pennsylvania soldiers set sail, O 

Now we shall meet them and likely we will receive in short 


News of the Captain's condition, how I wish he were 

among them. 
Nearer and nearer the transport drew to the Golden Gate 

On her top mast high above them floated Old Glory 

triumphant ; 
Into the harbor she enters, hark, hear the cheering on 

board her ! 
See the young blue coated soldiers bending out over the 

Yelling much like men distracted, people on shore get 

Gray headed old men and women mingle with those who 

are younger, 
Ev'ry one eager to welcome those heroes back to the home- 
Now the band peals forth the music, hear them play Star 

Spangled Banner, 
My Country 'tis of thee, Marching through Georgia and 

Yankee Doodle ; ; 
Now the huge steamer has anchored and all on board are 

To disembark, see the soldiers marching out from the huge 

See, four are bearing a stretcher on which is lying a com- 
They give to him strict attention, carefully onward they 

bear him; 
Ralph and Drucilla have left their cab and are now stand- 

ig closely 
By the gang plank where the soldiers are marching out 

from the vessel. 
O, cried Drucilla, see yonder ! what are those four soldiers 

bearing ? 
Some wounded comrade, come nearer for I am anxious to 

see him. 

Nearer the soldiers came, bearing tenderly their wounded 

Now they come to where Drucilla stands with Ralph 

eagerly waiting, 
Now she can gaze on the face of him whom they bear on 

the stretcher ; 

Only one glance does she give him, with a loud scream 

she darts forward 
Into the midst of the soldiers bearing their comrade, she 


James, O dear James ! then fell fainting on to her young 
lover's bosom. 

At the first scream of Drucilla the wounded soldier glanced 

Uttered but one word, Drucilla, and as she fell he em- 
braced her,- 
Then he too fainted, the soldiers all stood gazing with 

Ralph made a brief explanation to them and several soldiers 
Tenderly lifted Drucilla and to a cot safely bore her 
And then the regiment doctor gave his entire attention 

To both the patients and soon he to consciousness had re- 
stored them. 
After Drucilla recovered she at once went to the Captain, 

O what a greeting took place then, no words of mine can 

describe it. 
Soldiers stood gazing in silence for they all loved their 

brave Captain ; 
Finally one of them ventured, it was the army physician, 
To say the Captain no doubt would right away be getting 

And the brave Captain responded, I do not guess for I'm 

But, said the doctor, you'll never fully recover while lying 


Here on a stretcher, come comrades, bear him up to the 

One week had passed since the transport entered the 
Golden Gate harbor, 

During that one week Drucilla had become very much 
stronger ; 

She would not stay at the hotel, all her friends could not 
persuade her, 

Day after day she spent nursing Captain Long at the 

And he had so far recovered that his physician assured him 

He could in two weeks time venture to make the trip o'er 
the country 

And could return at that season to his home in Pennsyl- 

With this assurance the lovers with longing hearts now 
looked forward 

To the time in the near future when they'd be living to- 

In their own home, O how happy both of them felt as 
they pondered 

Over their future intentions as they each day now dis- 
cussed them. 

After a week more had passed by Drucilla felt that the 

Was in a proper condition now to hear of her sore trials, 

So upon that very ev'ning as they sat on the porch talking, 

She the whole story related of the blue blooded Count 

How her own mother had urged her to reject him, her 
true lover, 

And be joined to Count Von Remsburg just because he 
had a title, 

Told him of all the arrangements her mother now would 
be making 


For her to marry Count Remsburg when he'd return in 

As she related the story, James very eagerly listened, 
When she had finished he clasped her in both his arms and 

then fondly 
Drew her close to him and planted on her sweet lips sev'ral 

kisses ; 
Said he, Drucilla my darling, you too have fought a fierce 

But you have held the fort bravely, held it until the arrival 
Of reinforcements and now we both will keep fighting 

Till ev'ry foe shall be routed and will no longer molest us. 
Yes, said Drucilla, we'll conquer for we'll fight with the 

true weapons 
Wlhich to the faithful are given by our dear Father in 

heaven ; 
Look, here's a letter from mother, she seems to be very 

That I return home at once for Count Von Remsburg is 

By the fourteenth of September, only two weeks yet, re- 
I have the day set, the twentieth, I will have ev'rything 

James and Drucilla laughed loudly o'er the contents of 

that letter, 
O, the poor Count ! said James, really, are you not sorry, 

For the poor fellow, how gloomy will his trip be o'er the 

As he returns broken hearted and bereft of a whole million 
Dollars which he had expected to carry back along with 

Yes, said Drucilla, I'm really sorry that he's been so foolish, 
But he will learn a sad lesson before another month passes, 
That some american ladies have yet enough independence 


Left them to guide them in choosing persons to be their 

companions ; 
He will return to his homeland wiser than ever I'll warrant. 

It was the tenth of September when Ralph and James and 

Bade farewell to Sanfancisco and turned their faces back 

We will not follow them closely o'er their long wearisome 

Five days it took them to make it and on the fifteenth they 

Into New York and their journey of many miles was now 
ended ; 

None of their friends came to meet them for they had not 
even told them 

That they had left Sanfrancisco but had come home unex- 
pected ; 

Captain Long went to a hotel for the young folks had been 

One of the greatest surprises for the folks who had in- 

To force Drucilla to marry Count Von Remsburg, the blue 

After the Captain departed, Ralph and Drucilla were driven 

To their home in a neat surrey which Ralph engaged at 
the depot. 

It was a bright pleasant morning, gently the breezes were 

Back and forth boughs of the maples in front of Joe Os- 

burn's mansion, 
On the front porch Joe sat reading while his wife hustled 

and bustled, 
Giving instructions to servants, setting the rooms in neat 



For she expected Count Remsburg probably that very ev'- 

As Joe sat reading his paper, up the street came a neat 

He gave it little attention, such a sight was very common, 
But when it stopped at his curbstone he laid aside his 

But before he could inquire what the cab driver had come 

Out sprang a young man and lady and hastened forward 

to meet him 
And the next moment Drucilla was in the arms of her 

Loud exclamations of pleasure fell from the lips of Joe 

As he stood fondly embracing both his son Ralph and his 

Hearing the sound of their voices, out the front door came 

their mother, 
Shouting, O Ralph and Drucilla! as she rushed forward 

to meet them. 
After her followed Aunt Liza and Cousin Ruthie, Drucilla 
Gazed at them both in great wonder for she had never ex- 
To find them there on a visit, they indeed greatly surprised 

Scarce had the children been seated comfortably ere their 

proud mother 
Said, Now get rested, Drucilla, for we expect Count Von 

To be here with us this ev'ning, you should have come 

home much sooner 
For there's but five days remaining till the date set for 

your wedding, 
It will keep all of us busy to in that short time get ready. 
Smiling, Drucilla then answered, Do not be worried, dear 



For I think I shall be able to prepare for my own wedding. 

Having spoken thus she departed to the library and scrib- 

A few lines on some note paper, then quickly sought out 
her brother ; 

Quick, Ralph, said she, send this message to the hotel, 

you remember? 
Taking the paper, Ralph hastened out to the place the cab 


Still remained holding his horses, in his hand Ralph placed 

the message, 
Shoving a tip at the same time, then gave his orders, the 

cab man 
Started down street while Drucilla clapped both her hands 

much delighted. 
Winking at Ralph who came forward to where she stood 

on the terrace, 
Seizing his hand they both scampered down to the swing 

on the campus, 
Seating themselves they both bursted forth in uproarious 

That was quick work, said Drucilla, won't we have fun 

here this ev'ning 
When the man bearing a title comes in great pomp to re- 
ceive me? 
They said no more, at that moment they observed their 

Cousin Ruthie 
Coming down over the campus, no doubt intending to join 

them ; ; 
Soon she was seated beside them and they began chatting 

You and Aunt greatly surprised us, when did you come? 

said Drucilla. 
Only last night, answered Ruthie, we thought that we 

would come early 
To be in time for your wedding, I am to be the best lady. 


To be in time for my wedding, what do you mean, Cousin 

Ruthie ? 
Let me assure you, you'll never have a chance to be best 

At my wedding for you'll never witness my marriage, I've 

said it. 
What, you don't mean it, Drucilla? are you going back 

on Count Remsburg? 
Really, 'twill kill your poor mother for she has set her 

heart on it. 
Have I g-one back on him, Ruthie? no, I assure you, I 

have not; 
How could I when I have never in my life made him a 

promise ? 
I have had nothing to do with him nor I never expect to, 
You can expect a sensation if the Count comes here this 

ev'ning ; 
But you need not run and tell it to my Aunt Liza and 

If they have both lost their senses over this matter then 

let them- 
Patch up affairs with Count Remsburg any way they may 

best like to. 

'Twas six o'clock and Drucilla sat in her room by the 

Glancing up street ev'ry moment as if expecting some 
person ; 

Soon she beheld a fine carriage drive up and stop at their 

Then she beheld two men getting out of the carriage and 

Up the stone walk to their door step and she at once recog- 
nized them, 

One as Count Remsburg, the other he whom he brought 
as his spokesman. 


At the same moment Ralph entered into her room, softly 

All is well, sister, he's coming, now look out for a sensa- 

Just at that moment Aunt Liza's voice was heard calling, 

Please come down into the parlor, some one there wishes 
to see you. 

Very well, answered Drucilla, I will come down in a mo- 

Having spoke thus, she descended into the hallway be- 
neath her. 

Just at that moment the door bell gave a loud ring and 

Whispered to Ralph, Go and answer, bring him right here 
to the hall door. 

As she stepped into the parlor where the two Germans 
were seated, 

Her mother rose and said, Darling, come now and meet 
your intended 

Husband, Count Remsburg, come darling, do not be bash- 
ful, come meet him. 

Just at that moment, unbidden, a young man clad in blue 

With golden straps on his shoulders and a sword by his 
side dangling, 

Entered the parlor and boldly stood by the side of Dru- 

Fairly astounded her mother gazed at the object in wonder, 

But the undaunted Drucilla now played her part very 
bravely ; 
| Mother, said she, I take pleasure in introducing my 
a husband, 

Captain Long, a brave young soldier whom you no doubt 
well remember ; 

Two weeks ago we were married while we were at San- 


Up went the hands of her mother as she went into hys- 

Drucilla, Drucilla, you've killed me ! and she stood weep- 
ing and wailing. 

At the same time Aunt Eliza threw up her hands and then 

In the same manner, then broke forth in a rude storm of 

Against her neice and the Captain, saying, You wretched 
young villains, 

Worthless young scamps, I could kill you, and in her 
rage she attempted 

To slap Drucilla but as she made a dash forward, her 

Stepped between her and Drucilla, shoved her away very 
roughly ; 

Not quite so fast, Sister Liza, said Mr. Osburn quite 

'Tis well for you to remember that you are not yet head 

Of this homestead and my daughter, so you had better be 

Then turning round to Drucilla, in his strong arms he em- 
braced her, 

My own brave daughter, I glory in your true grit, you 
deserve to 

Have a captain for a husband, seizing the hand of the 

Very tightly, he addressed him, Welcome, my son, ever 

Into this home, how I glory that you are living, God bless 
you ! 

During the hubub the germans both sat staring in wonder, 

Then the Count turned to his spokesman, asking him to 
explain matters. 

When his interpreter told him that the young soldier be- 
fore them 


Had two weeks previous been married to the young 

maiden Drucilla 
And that he now was deprived of this young american 

Then the Count, greatly excited, sprang to his feet and 

In broken englis'h to censure Captain Long very severely, 
Saying, You rascal, you robs me, now I vill fight you ein 

Captain Long stood by in silence while the fierce Count 

his wrath vented, 
Not a word by him was spoken till the Count ceased his 

vile language. 
Then, very calmly he answered, No, Mr. German, we're 

Advanced in civilization here in the land of Columbia, 
Better be saving your metal, you will no doubt greatly 

need it 
When you get back to your homeland very much poorer 

but wiser. 
Yes, said Joe Osburn, you germans better make haste to 

return to 
Germany for you already have enough trouble occasioned ; 
Leave my 'house now, I command you, you will get none 

of my money. 
Sullenly, both of the germans took their departure, both 

As the Count passed through the gateway, trembling with 

rage he looked backward, 
Shook his fist at the young Captain, vowing that he would 

get even. 
All this time Drucilla's mother and her Aunt Liza kept 

In the library and neither noticed the germans departing; 
None of the family saw them any time during that ev'ning, 
Both of them early retired wornout and thoroughly 



When morning dawned the newspapers told of the sudden 

Of Count Remsburg and his spokesman, but they did not 

tell the reason. 

Two weeks had passed since the germans had from the 
city departed, 

Mrs. Osburn and Aunt Liza both were still moody and 

Neither would speak to Drucilla nor to her husband, the 
Captain ; 

Vainly Joe Oshurn had striven to bring about peace be- 
tween them. 

As he sat reading his paper on that same morning he no- 

In the news column marked foreign, this little item and 
read it 

To his wife and Aunt Eliza, these were the words con- 
tained in it, 

Count Von Remsburg on last evening returned home from 
New York City, 

Was met at the quay by Carl Schweitzer who at once of 
him demanded 

That he pay him thirty thousand marks which he said that 
he owed him ; 

At which the Count became angry and began hurling 

At which Carl Schweitzer attacked him and they engaged 
in a combat. 

It has developed that both men for many years have been 

Count Von Remsburg had been losing and at last became 

He had expected to marry a rich american heiress 

And it appears 'he had promised to pay his debts with her 


But it appears the young heiress scorned his proposal of 

And he was forced to return home in a bankrupted con- 

There, said Joe Osburn, in triumph, so your fine Count 
is a gambler ! 

See what you might have done, mother, you should thank 
God that your daughter 

Had better judgement than either you or Aunt Liza, I 

When I think how my Drucilla might have been wed to a 

Now, since your eyes have been opened, both of you go at 
once to her 

And confess to her your folly and humbly ask her for- 

Now again both of the women wept but no longer in 

Tears of regret they now shed and both of them sought 
out Drucilla ; 

Having found her they quite humbly asked her to pardon 
their rudeness 

And the kind hearted Drucilla from her heart freely for- 
gave them, 

And the brave Captain joined with her and freely offered 
his pardon 

For the wrong which they had done him, thus again were 
they victorious. 

For many months the fierce north winds night after night 

had kept howling 
Round about dwellings and breathing forth his fierce blasts 

in defiance ; 
But the mild south wind had driven him to the cold Artie 

Red breasted robins were chirping, from the south had 

come the bluebirds ; 


Beautiful flowers were springing out of the ground and 

Lawns with green grass coated over, bring joy to all crea- 
In a small suburb of Pittsburg, in a neat beautiful cottage, 
Round a neat table are gathered friends who have come 

forth to join with 
Two young folks in celebrating their fifth anniversary of 

marriage ; 
'Tis the home of our brave Captain James Long and his 

wife Drucilla, 
There for five years they've been living and their home 

has been made brighter 
By the advent of two children who bout the house are 

seen playing; 
James, now a banker in Pittsburg, has met with success 

and prospered. 
Now, my dear reader, since I have followed them through 

their deep trials 
And for your sake have kept writing items of int'rest about 

them ; 
Now, I'll say farewell and lay down my faithful pen and 

say, parting, 
If you would know more atxxit them you must call some 

day and see them. 

part Seconb 



Sweet center of business, and scenes of delight, 
Where noise never ceases from morning till night, 
Of the hanks of thy rivers, those beautiful streams, 
In moments of leisure my soul often dreams. 

Far down in the East, in the Keystone State, 
In a very slow city I patiently wait 
For the dawn of vacation when I shall be free 
To leave this slow city and come back to thee. 

I fancy I 'see Mount Washington's height, 
From which I behold such a marvelous sig'ht, 
In glory below thy spires doth rise 
In beauty toward heaven and God the All-wise. 

Down Liberty Street, mid bustle and din, 

I watch the good merchants go out and come in, 

They're always so busy but one thing I find, 

To trav'lers and strangers they're always so kind. 

Down by the Ohio, which two rivers form, 
Where old Fort Duquesne has weathered the storm, 
'Tis pleasure to think of Colonel Bouquet 
Who routed the Indians and drove them away. 

On Fifth Avenue, with high buildings blest, 
Carnegie's is seen above all the rest, 
And in it employed, large numbers of men 
Are busy with pencil, typewriter and pen. 


The sweet Schenley Park, the pride of East End, 
Doth oe'r many hills and valleys extend, 
There's no other city could possibly be 
So dear and delightful as Pittsburg to me. 

High upon a hill, the court-house, so grand, 
The pride of the city, in glory doth stand, 
Where eloquent lawyers their talents display 
And breakers of law the penalty pay. 

Thou surely art rich in schools of all kinds, 
Where thousands of children enlighten their minds, 
The best of instructors thou dost always employ 
And sweetest of comforts the scholars enjoy. 

No city on earth gives as much to the poor 
As thou dost each year from thy bountiful store, 
For the sick and the lame thou hast always a care, 
Thy tender physicians are honest and fair. 

Thy faithful policemen, patroling each beat, 
Allow no disturbance in the midst of the street, 
The Sabbath's observed, thy order and law 
The love and respect of the people doth draw. 

I love to be in thee, O city so dear, 
For once in thy limits there's nothing to fear, 
May heaven's rich blessings upon thee descend, 
And guard thee and keep thee till all time shall end. 



The morning dawned upon Johnstown, 

The woodmen from the hills looked down 

Upon the city fair, serene. 

Located in a deep ravine ; 

The breezes softly murmured, "Woe 

To thee fair city down below, 

Before the sun shall set to-day 

Thy beauty shall be swept away!" 

All day the trains went rattling by, 
Great clouds of smoke ascended high 
Above the highest mountain tops 
From iron works and foundry shops ; 
The dray-men's carts pass to and fro, 
The passengers both come and go 
While breezes sadly murmur, "Woe 
To thee fair city down below !" 

Some miles above the city lies 

A reservoir of monstrous size, 

The dam which holds the Mood is weak 

And if it e'er should spring a leak, 

T would burst and with great fury flow 

Upon the city down below, 

The people oft were heard to say, 

"That dam will surely burst some day." 

'Tis four o'clock, a man rides by, 
He cries, O neighbors, fly O fly 
Up to the highest mountain peak, 
The reservoir has sprung a leak. 


It soon will burst and rushing down 
Will flood the city of Johnstown, 
Heed then my warning, fly O fly 
Up quickly to the mountains high ! 

Ere he had uttered his last word, 
A miglity deafening roar was heard, 
Then instantly the flood rushed down 
Upon the city of Johnstown ; 
Soon houses were seen floating by 
And from the roofs there rose a cry 
To heaven above, "O Father save 
Thy children from a watery grave !" 

The Hood rushed through the Conemaugh, 
The people gazed on it with awe, 
Huge trees which stood along the way 
All like small straws were swept away ; 
On all sides rose fierce cries and groans, 
Heartrending were the sighs and moans, 
Kind friends on shore did what they could 
To rescue victims from the flood. 

Just down below the town there stands 
A monstrous bridge of stone which spans 
The river and its walls withstood 
The pressure of the monstrous flood ; 
Hundreds of houses, floating by, 
Upon this bridge were piled so high, 
There many, who escaped the flood, 
Lay helples? on that pile of wood. 

( )rte woe is past, 'tis gone, but -O 
Quickly there comes another woe, 
Forth from the houses, piled so high, 
Fierce flames arose toward the sky : 


Loud cries of pain and dire despair 
Ascend from those imprisoned there, 
Those who escaped the floods swift tide, 
Mid angry flames suffered and died. 

*& * j 

O woe Johnstown, thou fair city ! 
With pity we now gaze on thee ! 
Thy beauty, seen but yesterday, 
In one short hour is swept away! 
The dead and wounded lie around 
Uncared for on the cold, damp ground, 
While mountain 'breezes murmur, "Woe 
To thee fair city down below!" 


Parody on Maud M tiller. 

May Maxwell, on an autumn morn, 
Mended an apron badly torn. 

Scant was the wealth which she had known, 
Or time that could be called her own. 

Smiling she strove to do her work, 
Never once tempted her task to shirk. 

But When of a sudden she gazed around 
And saw the College and base-ball ground, 

Her smiling ceased and her lovely face 
Lost its glow of beauty and grace. 

A thought that she hardly dared to raise, 
That she might soon see better days. 


By chance a college boy, that day 
Out on his bicycle, rode that way. 

Before the door, the neighbors say, 
He stopped his wheel and greeted May. 

And asked her if s'he thought 'twould harm 
To take some rest, he was so warm. 

She turned and looked him in the eyes 
And said, some rest she would advise. 

And smiled as she said it, blushing too 
As she gazed at her foot and wornout shoe. 

Thanks, said the boy, such good advice 
From a handsome maid will me suffice ! 

He said her home with white-was'hed walls 
Was sweeter far than college halls. 

Then talked of Hist'ry, Latin and Greek, 
Of receiting eighteen hours a week. 

May soon forgot her wornout shoe 
And brighter shone her eyes of blue. 

And every time his glance was cast 
Upon her face her heart beat fast. 

At last lie climbed upon 'his wheel 
And slowly back to school did steal. 

May looked and said, as he rode away, 
Ah, that he would forever stay! 

He would take me to that college hall 
And on rich friends I'd often call. 


My father should have a grocery store, 

My brother should work in the mines no more. 

I'd buy my mother an easy chair 

And the baby should breathe the sweet, fresh air. 

To the poor and sick I'd be so kind, 
That me they'd always keep in mind. 

The boy looked back when on the hill 
And saw May mending her apron still. 

A girl more sweet, with mind more sound, 
I have not seen on all my round. 

And the way she keeps her house so neat 
Proves she is tidy as well as sweet. 

Would that my college days were done 
And we now two were joined in one. 

No angry Profs, or blame for cheating, 
Or summons to a faculty meeting. 

But settled down in a quiet life, 

Loved and caressed by a sweet young wife. 

But he thought of his uncle, harsh and gruff, 
And his aunt who always seemed so rough. 

So guiding his Wheel he rode away 
And soon was lost from view of May. 

But the students smiled the following day, 
When he hummed the tune, "In the month of May." 


But May kept watching and when the sun 
Had set, her work had not been done. 

He married a wife of that variety 
Who care for nothing but swell society. 

But oft as he sat by his warm fireside 
And wished that he in his youth had died, 

He saw again dear May's sweet face 
Amidst the flames in the fire-place. 

Oft when he sat in his chair to dine, 
He longed to drown himself in wine. 

And closed his eyes on his stylish wife 
And longed again for college life. 

And groaned aloud while feeling sore, 
Ah, could I ride that wheel once more ! 

Ride it as when I rode that day 
When first I met that sweet girl May. 

She wedded a man with a hardened heart, 
Who pretended to do some work in art. 

But children's cries caused her sudh pain, 
She never was known to smile again. 

And when she gazed on her bare walls 
And thought once more of college halls, 

She heard again a gladsome peal 
Of silver bell and sound of wheel. 


And there before that same front door, 
She saw a college boy once more, — 

And greeting him with joy and grace, 
She saw the same sweet, smiling face. 

At times her neatly white-washed walls 
Seemed like large, neatly frescoed halls, 

Until at last her needle turned 

The coals which in a mansion burned. 

And for him who sat wrapped in his cloak, 
Filling the room with tobacco smoke, 

She thought she saw a student there 
And she felt free from ev'ry care. 

At last disgusted with his art, 

She suddenly died of a broken heart. 

Alas for student, alas for May, 

For the artist's work that did not pay. 

Ah, pity the man who wishes in vain 
To have his school days back again. 

For of all 'hard jeers of a college class, 
The hardest is this, "You did not pass." 

Ah, there's a truth we all should learn, 
The time that's lost will ne'er return. 

And may the future students wait 
And learn like men to meet their fate. 



When the month of March approaches and the winds be- 
gin to blow, 
Bending trees within the forest, tossing' branches to and fro, 
Making fly the rotten shingles, blowing barn doors open 

Blowing down the old board fences which for years have 

stood the tide ; 
When you go to bed at even' 'how the fierce March blasts do 

When you go to feed your horses how it chills you to the 

bone ; 
But there's one great consolation, Spring is close at hand, 

I know, 
When the month of March approaches and the winds begin 

to blow. 

What if the wind be ugly and the mud so very deep, 
Should a fellow fret and whimper till 'his wife and children 

weep ? 
What if the pump be frozen in the cistern and the well, 
Should a fellow sass his mistress or take a pouting spell ? 
Should he go into a corner and be stubborn like a mule, 
Or scold his darling children when they all come home from 

school ? 
No, do not scold your darlings, Spring is coming, don't you 

When the month of March approaches and the winds begin 

to blow ? 


Though the pump may now be frozen in the water in the 

It will work as well as ever when there comes a thawing 

spell ; 
Though the mud may now be sticky, it will soon begin to 

When old April comes to see us and old Sol ascends the 

So stop your nasty scolding you old crabbed, chronic cranks 
And strive to please your children, help them in their child- 
ish pranks, 
Tell them that bright Spring is coming and you'll see their 

faces glow 
When the month of March approaches and the winds begin 

to blow. 


When the blossoms, which have faded, from the branches all 

have flown, 
When the wheat is turning yellow and the cornstalks tall 

have grown, 
When we hear the reaper singing and the harvest-hands 

are seen, 
When the farmer with his mower mows the grass so tall 

and green, 
When the harvest-hands are resting neath the large elm- 
tree's sweet shade, 
While they drink the pure fresh water and sometimes sweet 

When the shocks within the wheat-field here and there are 

seen to stand, 
7 Tis a sign that Spring has left us and bright Summer is at 



Tis a season when the people seem to move at rapid pace, 
When the drops of perspiration trickle down the honest face 
Of the man who daily labors with his hands and with his 

To provide his wife and children with their clothes and 

daily bread ; 
Sometimes the weather's sultry and sometimes it's very dry 
And for days and weeks you never see a rain-cloud in the 

It is during such a season that we have what's called a 

When the corn crop and potatoes do not very well turn out. 

There is one day in this season, 'tis the Fourth day of July, 
When Americans are happy, when the air is rent on high 
With the sound of many voices which are raised from sea 

to sea, 
Patriotic men and women sing, "My Country 'tis of thee," 
While they thank the Blessed Father for the liberty he gave 
And the home which he established for the free and for the 

brave ; 
Blessed be the great Jehovah, God of peace and God of 

Ma}- our liberty ne'er leave us, may our land be ever bright. 


Wnen the leaves are bright and golden and lay scattered 

all a'bout, 
When the chestnut-burrs burst open and the chestnuts all 

drop out, 
When the farmer picks his apples and cuts off his standing 

When lie hugs the fire closely on a cool September morn, 


When the boys who run bare-footed once begin to warm 
their feet 

In their mother's cosy kitchen by the cooking-stove's bright 

When the robins and the black-birds from our forests dis- 

Then bright summer days have left us and bright autumn 
days are here. 

O 'tis perfectly delightful when the autumn days come 

When we see the dear school children romp upon the old 

And there comes fond recollections of the trials and the joys 
Which we met upon that play-ground when we too were 

girls and boys ; 
Where the children now are playing we too once our games 

did play, 
Then we too were gay and happy ev'ry hour of the day ; 
Do you wonder that we shouted when the summer days 

\\<ere o'er, 
And the lovely autumn season had come back to us once 

more ? 

There is one day in this season which brings comfort, peace 

and joy 
To the hearts of many sad ones, to the orphan girl and boy ; 
'Tis the National Thanksgiving, that good day which often 

Roasted turkey and cranberries and abundance of good 

When the children are made happy, when they romp and 

race and play, 
They indeed have real enjoyment on that blessed holiday ; 
Thank the good Lord then for Autumn which to us each 

season brings 
The glad National Thanksgiving and abundance of good 



When the golden leaves have fallen and the boughs are 

bleak and bare, 
When the horses and the cattle ev'ry night are housed with 

When the mother places blankets on the children's trundle- 
When the handsome little snow-birds come around for 

crumbs of bread, 
When the dark clouds hang above us and the snow comes 

softly down, 
Giving to the fields and forests a handsome, new white 

When the farmers go out hunting, when the rabbits jump 

and run, 
We can have the full assurance that the winter has begun.' 

'Tis indeed a pleasant season, 'tis the pleasantest of all, 
More pleasant than the springtime, than the summer or the 

While o'er fields and through the forests rages fiercely the 

Within many college buildings students their best work per- 
While at country schools at noontide, scholars are seen on 

the ice, 
Or perhaps engaged in building a huge snow-man sleek and 

W T hen the master, in the doorway, rings his bell they quickly 

From the play-ground to the class-room and again their 

lessons learn. 


There is one day of this season which of all days is most 

'Tis that glad day known as Christmas when we have good 
things to eat, 

When we often see a turkey on a plate, without a head, 

When in orphans' homes the children on rich dainties oft 
are fed 

And within our handsome churches Christmas-trees of ever- 

Very nicely decorated, very often can be seen, 

While the choir sings sweet anthems, telling of Him who 
was born 

In an humble, lowly manger on that first bright Christmas 


Parody on "A Psalm of Life.'' 

Tell me not, ye elder student, 

F. and M. is not the place 

Where the brave, the wise and prudent, 

Are not subject to disgrace. 

Livy's tough and Horace tougher 
And with one book does not end, 
In the class-room, I'm no bluffer, 
Five whole hours some days you spend. 

Some own ponies, others borrow, 
And they use them freely too ; 
And they sigh that on the morrow 
Their contingent fee is due. 


Boys are faking, Profs, are scolding" 
Ev'ry hour the livelong- day, 
Some so tight their books are holding 
Just as if they'd run away. 

In the hall both long and dingy, 
When you see no prof, in sight, 
Be not with your pranks too stingy, 
Have a rough and tumble fight ! 

Trust no fakir, he will cheat you, 
Let the coward go on his way, 
Pretend, — pretend as if you knew, 
Profs, don't mark just as they say! 

Compliments of Profs, remind us, 
Better be at home with ma, 
Than departing carry with us 
Sheep-skins with our B. A. ba-a-a ! 

Sheep-skins that perhaps a mother, 
Coming to meet you at the train, 
With your darling- little brother, 
Seeing shall become insane. 

Then old student, let's be going 
To Conestoga for a skate, — 
And we'll all, upon returning, 
Learn like men to meet our fate. 



Old Henry was a stout old man, 
He owned a farm in Chestnut-Glen, 
He had a patient, gentle wife 
And three bright 'boys, Jim, John and Ben ; 
Whene'er he sent his boys to work, 
These words he uttered first of all, 
If you don't do that work just right, 
I'll thrash you till you cannot crawl. 

He never took the pains to teach 
His boys just how to do work right, 
He always seemed to think 'twas best 
To keep them in a constant fright ; 
One day he sent John out to plow, 
But John had never plowed at all, 
But Henry said, If you don't plow 
I'll thrash you till you cannot crawl. 

So poor Jolm had to go and try, 
Although he was but twelve vears old, 
It was just in the month of March, 
The weather was extremely cold ; 
He tried his best to keep the plow 
Deep in the ground, but had not strength, 
He struggled on an hour or more 
But 'had to give it up at length ; 
But Henry cried, You lazy chap, 
You've really done no work at all, 
I'll teach you how to do your work, 
I'll thrash vou till you cannot crawl! 


And as he spoke he seized a whip 

And beat poor John, O shamefully! 

The poor boy shrieked and roared with pain, 

But the old brute showed no pity ; 

At last poor John, exhausted, fell 

And seemed to have no strength at all, 

Old Henry had fulfilled his threat 

And thrashed him till he could not crawl. 

They carried John into the house 
And for four weeks he writhed in pain, 
The doctor then to Henry said, 
"John never will get well again." 
Henry turned pale and looked at John 
Who gently asked him to come near, 
"Father," said he, "I've dreamed a dream, 
Which I desire that you might hear ; 
I dreamed last night that you had died 
And we were puzzled what to do, 
For all the neighbors ev'ry one, 
Refused to help us bury you ; 
At last a plan occurred to me, 
Which I made known to Ben and Jim ; 
Come on, said I, we'll dig a grave 
And plant our father neatly in ! 
So Jim and Ben procured the tools 
And soon the grave was neatly made 
And in it then we placed your corpse 
After we each in turn had prayed ; 
But scarcely had we thrown in earth 
Until we heard a gruff voice call, 
Now do that right or I'll rise up 
And thrash you till you cannot crawl !" 

John lingered on until mid-night, 
His breathing ceased, he passed away, 
His father caught his dying words, 


"Dear father do not cease to pray." 
Old Henry bowed 'his head and wept 
And groaned aloud with grief and pain,- 
' 'Forgive, O God, my heinous crime, 
Would that I had him back again !" 

In the quiet grave-yard on the hill, 
The following day they buried John, 
The neighbors said the brightest light 
From out their neighborhood had gone,- 
And ev'ry time old Henry stands 
Beide that grave, while fresh tears fall, 
These cruel words ring in his ears, 
"I'll thrash you till you cannot crawl." 

Five years have passed, and in that time 
Old Henry's hairs have all turned gray ; 
Since John has died he scolds no more 
And no one ever hears him say 
Those cruel words of former days, 
Which from his lips so oft would fall, 
Before John's sad and early death, 
"I'll thrash you till you cannot crawl." 

You fathers Who provoke your sons 
To wrath and scorn, O have a care 
Lest they too wben in death's strong grasp, 
Bid you ne'er cease to offer prayer ; 
For once they take their homeward flight, 
Although you tears in torrents fall, 
You will be haunted by those words, 
'Til thrash you till you cannot crawl." 



Near the Adirondack Mountains, 

In an humble, low log cabin, 

Dwelt a young and pious parson 

With his wife and two sma'll children ; 

From the window of his study, 

Fully twenty miles beyond it, 

Could be seen a lofty mountain 

Towering high above all others. 

By that window, one bright evening, 

He stood musing for an hour, 

Suddenly he heard a whisper 

From his wife who stood beside him, 

Charles dear, are you unhappy, 

That you stand so long in silence? 

If indeed you are in trouble 

Do not keep it from me Charles. 

With a smile as bright as sunshine, 

Charles pressed her hand an answered, 

No dear Ella, I could never 

Be unhappy while you're near me ! 

I was thinking of a legend 

Which I often heard at College, 

Told about a lofty mountain 

Found among the Adirondacks, 

On which stands a ruined mansion 

Which was long ago abandoned 

By a rich old stingy merchant, 

All because his only daughter 

Whom he snatched from her young husband, 

Took her life near by the mansion ; 


How I would delight to find it 

And learn more about the legend ; 

Iif I knew that mountain yonder 

Were the one I'd journey to it ; 

But I must not stand here musing, 

For my sermon for tomorrow 

Needs a little more attention, 

Please excuse me then, dear Ella? 

And it's almost time for supper, 

So I'll go into the kitchen, 

Said his wife and smiling sweetly, 

Left her husband in his study. 

Charles tried in vain to study 

And complete his next day's sermon, 

He could not forget the legend 

And the mountain in the distance ; 

Suddenly the door is opened 

And a man clad in course garments 

Enters in and softly Whispers, 

Follow me and I will guide you 

To the mountain in the distance, 

Where one will relate the story 

Why the mansion in the mountain 

Was abandoned by the merchant. 

So they started on the journey 

And in less than thirty minutes 

Charles stood beneath the mountain 

And was filled with great amazement, 

For within a dark, dense forest, 

He beheld the ruined mansion. 

Then the guide who journeyed with him 

Said to him, I'll go no farther, 

See that cave just over yonder, 

In it dwells an aged hermit, 

At the door you'll find a cymbal, 

Go and strike six blows upon it, 

Forth to you will come the hermit, 


Staff in hand and clad in goat-skin, 

He will say, You're welcome stranger, 

Tell me, pray, what brought you hither ? 

You will answer, Noble Hermit, 

I beheld from yonder mountain, 

An abandoned, ruined mansion 

And am told that you can tell me 

Why its walls are left to crumble 

Here upon this lonely mountain. 

Charles went and found the cymbal 

And with all his might he smote it, 

Then he felt the mountain tremble 

And he trembled as he waited. 

Slowly from the cave before him, 

Came the hermit clad in goat-skin, 

With long 'hair which touched his shoulders 

And a beard as white as winter ; 

In soft tones both slow and feeble, , 

Came the greeting, Welcome stranger! 

But pray tell me now why came you 

Hither to this lonely mountain? 

Charles answered, Noble Hermit, 

I beheld from yonder mountain, 

An abandoned, ruined mansion 

And am told that you can tell me 

Why its walls are left to crumble 

Here upon this lonely mountain? 

As he spoke there poured in torrents, 

From the eyes of the old hermit, 

Tears which wet his goat-skin garments 

As he solemnly made answer, 

Do not wonder, honest stranger, 

At my weeping so this moment, 

I will now relate the story, 

Why the mansion is forsaken. 

Years ago there dwelt a merchant 

Far away in New York City, 


Who was rich but very greedy, 

It was he who owned this mansion ; 

That rich merchant 'had a daughter 

Who was kind and meek and gentle ; 

We attended school together 

And in all the time I knew her, 

She was never known to quarrel 

But was always sweet and pleasant. 

When at last our school days ended 

And I entered my profession, 

I still paid attentions to her 

For we loved each other dearly ; 

By and By I put the question 

And she readily consented. 

When I asked the rich old merchant 

For her hand he too consented, 

For my father too was wealthy 

And did business in the city. 

But alas ; through some misfortune, 

Father lost all his possessions ; 

On the day set for our wedding, 

(We had gone to meet the parson,) 

Word was brought to her rich father 

Of my fathers great misfortune ; 

Quickly he procured a carriage 

And made haste to overtake us, 

Hoping to persuade his daughter 

To reject me for another ; 

But he came just as the parson 

Finished the last ceremony, 

"Those whom God hath joined together 

Let no man e'er put asunder," 

Filled with rage and disappointment, 

He determined that his daughter 

Never should live with a lawyer 

Who could not inherit fortune ; 

But my wife declared she'd never, 


No, not for her father's money, 
Break her promise, that she'd rather 
Have pure happiness than fortune. 
By main force her father seized her, 
Quickly thrust her in the carriage, 
Then gave orders to the driver 
To drive quickly to the station ; 
As the horses bounded forward, 
I stood there like one bewildered. 
But I hurried to the 'squire, 
Quickly told him what had happened, 
Then procured a warrant quickly, 
Hastened quickly to the station, 
But alas ! before I reached it, 
He had left the city with her. 
Then in agony I waited, 
Hoping that something would happen 
Whereby I might gain some knowledge 
Of the whereabouts of my loved one. 
On the fourth day some one told me 
That her mother was preparing 
To depart from New York City, 
Probably that very ev'ning. 
So I loitered round the station, 
And when evening came her mother 
Went on board the train, I followed 
Unobserved and still determined 
That if she went forth to meet her 
Daughter I would surely find her. 
Thus for many miles we traveled, 
Till at last we reached a station 
Where I saw her husband waiting 
With a carriage to receive her. 
She soon joined him and I heard him 
Say to her, I have our daughter 
In the mansion on the mountain 
And I'll force her there to promise 


That she'll never live with Walter, 

Or I'll starve her in that mansion. 

Still in disguise I followed after 

Till at last they reached this mountain ; 

There I saw upon the porch-roof, 

That dear one whom I had wedded, 

Standing- just behind the railing, 

Dressed in her white wedding garments, 

With her fair hands clasped together. 

When she saw the carriage coming, 

With a cry w'hich made me shudder, 

She, poor girl, leaped from the porch-roof 

To the solid ground beneath her, 

There she lay all bruised and bleeding 

When her parents came and found her. 

As her tyrant of a father 

Bent o'er his now dying* daughter, 

I in anger darted forward, 

Smote him roughly on his forehead 

With my fist and sent him reeling, 

And he fell down close beside her. 

Then I drew my jack-knife quickly 

And exclaimed, Blood thirsty tyrant, 

You have murdered my own loved one, 

'"You shall die this very moment !" 

And I would no doubt have slain him, 

For my heart then yearned for vengeance. 

But my words were scarcely uttered 

Ere I heard a voice familiar 

Saying, Do not my dear husband, 

Though a tyrant he's my father. 

Turning I beheld my loved one 

With her face all bruised and bleeding, 

But there was a smile upon it 

As she earnestly besought me, 

In the soft and sweetest accents, 

Not to slay her cruel father. 


Turning quickly from her father, 
I sat down and wept beside her, 
My whole frame shook with emotion 
As I spoke to her still weeping, 
Lucy dear, you must recover, 
For I cannot live without you. 
No ! she answered, Walter dearest, 
I must leave this world of sorrow, 
I am going to that Father 
Who is not a cruel tyrant, 
Where I always shall be happy 
And you by and by will meet me. 
Then her father, who had risen, 
With a "roan sank down beside her 
And in agony he muttered, 
It is true, Ive been a tyrant, 
I have murdered my own daughter, 

forgive me Lucy darling? 

In a calm, sweet voice she answered, 
Freely I forgive you father, 

1 am going home to heaven, 
There to dwell in bliss forever, 

Let your life be pure from henceforth, 
So that you may come and meet me ; 
When my soul has left this body, 
Do not take me to the city, 
Bury me upon this mountain, 
On this spot where I am lying ; 
Those were the last words she uttered ; 
Soon her spirit journeyed upward 
To Jerusalem in heaven, 
There to dwell in bliss forever. 
vSee, below the mansion stranger, 
A green mound bedecked with flowers, 
There my loved one now lies sleeping, 
Thirty years have I watched by her, 
And each day during the summer, 

And the mansion's walls have crumbled, 
And men never will rebuild them. 


On her grave I place fresh flowers. 

Both her father and her mother 

Died within six months thereafter, 

In their home in New York City, 

Where they both returned in sorrow ; 

But e'er since, upon this mountain, 

In this cave I've lived a hermit 

And the mansion's walls have crumbled, 

And men never will rebuild them; 

Once a few men did attempt it, 

But the work was soon abandoned, 

For they say they saw the spirit 

Of my wife near by the mansion 

With her face all bruised and bleeding, 

Walking on the path below it, 

Singing, Walter you are lonely 

In this solitary mountain, 

But I now am living happy 

In that land so bright and golden, 

You will soon come forth to meet me 

And we'll dwell in bliss forever ; 

I am going to her stranger, 

I'll not live another hour, 

Will you bury me beside her ? 

Yes you will, I know you're willing! 

Then good bye, I'm going to heaven, 

There to meet my own, my loved one 

And we'll dwell in bliss forever 

In that land where there's no parting. 

Thus the hermit spoke to Charles 

And his soul in peace departed. 

Tears of sorrow poured in torrents 

From the bright 'blue eyes of Charles 

As he viewed the aged hermit 

Lying still in death beside him ; 

Suddenly he started forward, 

As he heard a sweet voice calling, 


Wake up Charles, supper's ready ! 
And his wife stood there beside him, 
But not in the lonely mountain, 
He was home in his own study. 
While they sat at supper later, 
The whole dream he there related 
To his wife who smiled so sweetly 
And thanked God that they were happy, 
Free from sorrow and misfortune 
And the tyranny of parents. 


He's coming tomorrow, said John to his wife, 
I never saw such a young man in my life ! 
He's very good natured, I know he will pay 
The highest cash price for his board ev'ry day ! 
You can place in his room that old broken chair 
And that broken bed in the attic up there, 
For it won't do to use our good furniture so, 
For he's but a common young boarder you know ! 

But John, said his wife, there's one thing I dread, 
'Twill crowd us for room, we'll have no spare bed, 
When visitors come to remain over night 
It will place me I fear in a sorrowful plight? 
Our boarder, said John, will then have to share ! 
But John do you think 'twould 'be treating him fair ? 
I'll manage that part, don't you bother me so, 
For he's but a common young boarder you know ! 

But John there's no wardrobe in this house you know 
Except in that room, where else shall -we stow 
Away our old clothes, he will want ev'ry shelf 
In that one little wardrobe I'm sure for himself? 


O that will be easy we'll play a sly game, 
We'll place our old clothes in that wardrobe the same, 
While on the old chair all his clothes he can throw, 
For he's but a common young - boarder you know ! 

The young man had been there a night and a day 
When cousin Jake came a short visit to pay, 
Said John to his boarder, He'll sleep in with you, 
Your bed's wide enough I reckon for two ? 
Not much said the boarder, this room now is mine 
And to share part of it I most firmly decline ! 
Said John, you speak boldly, you'd better go slow, 
For you're but a common young boarder you know ! 

You're right there old man, but I care not for that, 
I'll not share this room with your cousin, that' s flat, 
And if you cause trouble I'll quickly teach you 
What a common young boarder with such men can do ; 
My room is my castle, get out then I say, 
And if you don't like it my board bill I'll pay 
And I'll pack up my trunk and away I will go, 
For I'm but a common young boarder you know ! 


Delivered at a banquet given in honor of the Alumni 
of the different colleges and theological seminaries of the 
Reformed Church in the United States, represented in the 
Synod of the Interior, at Lone Tree, Iowa, Oct. 20, 1899. 

A poet sang long years ago 
About a man tossed to and fro 
Upon the broad and stormy sea, 
An outcast and a refugee, 
Who sought to find his gods a home, 


Who many miles abroad did roam ; 
That poet cried, "O muse relate 
Why man must suffer such a fate !" 
I have no muse to whom I sing, 
I laugh and scorn at such a thing, 
I sing the song of College boys, 
Of the misfortunes and the joys 
Met in their Alma Mater hall 
Where they responded to roll-call ; 
If you kind friends assembled here 
Will to an humble bard give ear, 
I'll sing the sorrow and the joy 
Met by the average College boy. 

'Twas on the thirteenth day of September, 
That dreadful day he will always remember, 
The sun shone bright on all creation, 
The train pulled into the city station ; 
A handsome youth stepped down from a car 
Very much fatigued for he came from afar, 
A brilliant youth in quest of knowledge, 
He came to town to enter college, 
Onlv a student. 

A gruff old man, in a suit of drab, 
Said to the youth, "Will you have a cab?" 
"Don't care if I do,'' the youth replied, 
"I'm sure that I'll not object to a ride!" 
You can, I suppose, find Rumbaugh Hall, 
Or perhaps you too like others may call 
It the prison-house, where I must remain 
At least for one year for I am, 'tis plain. 
Only a student. 


He entered his room at Rumbaugh Hall, 
A dingy old room, scarcely furnished at all, 
No pitcher, no wash-bowl at all could he see. 
He wondered indeed what the matter could be, 
For the catalogue said, "A neat furnished room," 
The sight of that place filled his young heart with gloom, 
But what did the Faculty care for all that? 
They compelled him to stay and in dirt he sat, 
Only a student. 

The next year he went down to West Chestnut Street 
And rented a room which looked very neat, 
His land-lady promised to keep it quite clean, 
He trusted that she would do nothing mean ; 
Only once in two weeks did she sweep that same room, 
Perhaps she desired to save her new broom, 
The dust on his looking glass so thick became 
That on it he wrote with his finger his name, 
Only a student. 

When he rented the room there were springs in the bed 
Which soon disappeared and old boards instead 
Wuere under his mattress so carelessly placed 
That he felt he had been completely disgraced ; 
The cover was thin and on a cold night 
He trembled and shivered and longed for day-light, 
But that lady ne'er once more cover supplied 
And night after night he shivered and cried, 
Onlv a student. 

One day, while reciting, some one in the crowd 

Began to whistle a tune very loud, 

The professor accused him of being the man 

Who whistled the tune, but the brave youth began 


His defence, said he, "Indeed 'twas not I ! 
Believe me Professor, I tell you no lie, 
You by your remarks very greatly wrong me, 
My word is of value, therefore, if I be 
Onlv a student. 

The angry professor in great rage replied, 
I know that 'twas you, I feel satisfied ! 
You come to the Faculty meeting tonight 
Where we will teach you that you have no right 
To doubt anything a professor may say, 
I'm surprised that you've doubted my word here today, 
A professor ne'er says a word that's not true, 
I'm chief of the Faculty but what sir are you ? 
Onlv a student. 

I entered a church five years after that, 
An entire stranger and therefore I sat m 
In the rearmost pew but I plainly could see 
The preacher whose face seemed familiar to me ; 
When he finished 'his sermon which I thought was grand, 
He came back to me and grasped my right hand, 
And then for the first time his name I recalled, 
Yes, he was the man whom the Faculty called, 
Only a student. 

He's preaching still out in Iowa, 
His church is filled ev'ry Sabbath Day 
With people who come many miles to hear 
The earnest young man whose name they revere ; 
Not one of them would ever come half so far 
Ev'ry Sunday to hear that stern professor 
Who wronged that brave youth so faithful and true, 
Who contemptuously said, "What indeed sir are you? 
Onlv a student." 


That college still stands upon the same hill, 
That stern old professor is teaching there still, 
But the lady who promised to keep the room neat, 
Has since moved away from West Chestnut Street ; 
Now if that professor and lady e'er stand 
Before the Just Judge, upon his right hand, 
With a crown of pure gold, from trouble set free, 
With bright angel hosts, I believe they will see 
Onlv a student. 



(Parody on "CMd Oaken Bucket/') 

How dear to his heart is the farm of the landlord 
Wnich he has been watching for twenty long years, 
At least twice a week does he pay it a visit, 
For e'en the most trustworthy farmer he fears ; 
Two spirited horses hitched up in a surrey 
Soon bring the old gentleman out to his farm, 
He spies the young- farmer at work in the cornfield, 
With sweat on his brow for the weather is warm ; 
That stingy old landlord who drives that fine surrey, 
Will not buy his farmer a good dinner bell, 
But what is more wonderful he is too stingy 
To place a good pump in his cistern or well ; 
That greedy old landlord, that gold-loving landlord, 
Will not buy a pump for his cistern or well. 

The palings which once formed a fence round the garden 

Are scattered about o'er the yard ev'rywhere, 

The chickens and pigs can be kept out no longer 

And still he refuses to put a fence there ; 

The pig-pen is shabby, the hen-house has fallen, 


The rooster crows sadly, "O what shall we do?" 
Whiie the cows who must pass ev'ry night without cover, 
All mournfully answer the rooster, "Boo-ooP 
While the farmer's young wife, with her back almost break- 
in O" 

Toils with the well-rope, singing, '"When, can you tell? 
Will our greedy old landlord once come to his senses 
And place a good pump in this troublesome well? 
That greedy old landlord, that gold-loving landlord, 
Will not buy a pump for his cistern or well. 

O stingy old landlord, still striving for wealth, 

Have mercy upon your young farmer I pray ! 

For how do you know but that this very night 

You by death's strong hand will be carried away? 

And do you expect to be carried to heaven 

And wear a bright crown of the faithful and true? 

Not likely you'll wear the bright crown but more likely 

You'll hear a voice say, "I have never known you!" 

Then you will depart on the road which goes downward, 

Which terminates at, the dark region called hell, 

For there is no room for the man, up in heaven. 

Who never would purchase a pump for his well, 

For that greedy hndlord, that eold-loving landlord. 

Who never would purchase a pump for his well. 

B. BAKER AT LAKE CITY, S. C, FEB. 22, 1898. 

When heathenism reigned supreme 
And despots sat on thrones, 
Outrages were a common thing, 
And sighs and tears and moans ; 
To despots then it gave delight- 
To see blood flow in streams, 
It seems that they could not be moved 
By pain or children's screams. 


But tyrants are not all dead yet, 
Nor men with hearts of stone, 
As the outrage in Lake City 
Has very clearly shown ; 
Where it is said a hundred men, 
At one o'clock at night, 
Attacked a man and his small child 
And murdered them outright. 

A hundred men, did I say that? 

Not men hut fiends were they ; 

No, men do not commit such crimes 

In this enlightened day! 

A crime committed on that day 

Which we all celebrate 

In honor of that one who saved 

Our country from sad fate. 

O my dear country ! can it be 
That such disgraceful crimes 
Shall be permitted year by year 
In these enligthened times ? 
You say, O no! let justice then 
Be meted to each one, 
Let men appointed for the work 
See that it's quickly done. 



When Jesus Journeyed in Peraea, 
While fleeing from the Jews, 

From Bethany came messengers 
With sad and mournful news. 


"Lord, he whom thou dost love is sick ;" 
These were the words they said, 
When he arrived at Bethany, 
He whom he loved was dead. 

From Bellefonte comes to us sad news, 
So sad our hearts seem crushed, 
That Hugh, whom we all loved, is dead, 
Whose voice oft heard is hushed. 

That voice we loved to listen to 

In the Y. M. C. A., 

That voice which filled my soul with joy 

One joyful Sabbath day. 

'Tis hushed, he's dead, but still he lives, 
He lives within our hearts, 
The Christian leaves his fruits behind 
Whene'er his soul departs. 

We mourn, our loss is great, but we 
Can sing- with one accord, 
Those words which can great comfort give, 
"Forever with the Lord.'' 


After the sentence is pronounced, 
For which the multitude had cried, 
The Son of God is led away 
To be taunted, mocked and crucified. 

Before they lead our Lord away - 
To the place of skull, or Calvary, 
They lay on him the cruel cross 
Which Christians call the accursed tree. 


But bitter grief and agony 
And loss of sleep and want of food, 
Have made the Son of God so weak, 
He scarce can lift the cross of wood. 

But just outside the city gate, 
A man appears upon the scene — 
A stranger, trav'ling on his way, 
They call him Simon of Cyrene. 

The Savior can no longer bear 
The heavy cross which on him lies, 
He faints, he falls beneath the load — 
While foes still taunt him with their cries. 

The furious crowd, enraged because 
These circumstances cause delay, 
Seize Simon, whom they now compel 
To bear the cross upon the way. 

Then Simon, with the heavy cross, 
Walks up to Calv'ry's mountain side, 
Where Jesus, who was led before, — 
Is cruelly mocked and crucified. 

Docs that man Simon truly know 
That the noble act which he has done, 
Will be repeated every day 
As lone as Christian ae'es run. 

l & 

Oft when the evil one insists 
That we of evil must partake, 
We'll imitate that noble man 
And bear the cross for Jesus' sake. 



Old Darby's wife died yesterday, 
He took it hard indeed, 
Declaring that 'twas harvest time 
When man had greatest need 
Of woman's help out in the fields 
And in the house as well, 
Said he. "Who is to help me now, 
I'm sure I cannot tell?'' 

Last night a dozen neighbors came 

And. held a lively wake, 

They had no sympathy for him. 

Hut came for fashion's sake ; 

Old Darby stood beside the corpse 

And gazed upon the face. 

Said he, "Indeed I'd rather lost 

The best cow on the place !'' 

He had a handsome servant girl 
Whose name was Patience Steele, 
She was one of those servants who 
Could cook a splendid meal ; 
She was but seventeen years old, 
Darby was sixty-three, 
And he was soft enough to think 
That she his wife might be. 

To-day they buried his dead wife, 
And while they tolled the bell, 
He carried on mo^t dreadfully, 
Set up a hideous yell ; 


The parson tried to comfort him, 
Have patience now, said he, 
That's who I want, old Darby said, 
But she does not want me. 


I've traveled o'er the country John, 

O'er river, hill and plain, 

Most scenes have rilled my heart with joy, 

But one fills me with pain; 

As I sat down to view the scenes 

From this familiar hill, 

My vision chanced to light upon 

That old decayed saw-mill. 

Both you and I remember well, 
How, down from this green hill, 
Some thirty years ago we dragged 
Huge logs to that saw-mill ; 
And how Ed Brinker and Jim Brown 
Would saw them into boards, 
And how they oftimes would dispute 
And use such nasty words. 

And you remember well, dear John, 
How Ed and big Jim Brown 
Quarreled one day and then they fought 
And Ed knocked big Jim down ; 
They both have long since gone to rest, 
They sleep in yonder plain, 
The saw-mill is forsaken now, 
But you and I remain. 


The roof, 1 see, has fallen in, 

The saw stands upright still, 

The little brook flows just the same, 

Which turned the old saw-mill ; 

But it will never hum again, 

I heard the owner say 

That he on Monday morn would tear 

The old saw-mill away. 

I've been a hardened lad, dear John, 
I've wandered from my God, 
For many years I've been profane, 
The downward path I've trod ; 
But tears came in my eyes to-day, 
As from this bright green hill, 
I viewed the scenes of boyhood days 
Around that old saw-mill. 

I thought of my dear, happy home, 

Of mother, long since dead, 

How at her knee I said my prayers 

Before I went to bed ; 

I have not said them once since then, 

In all these thirty years, 

And that is why that old saw-mill 

Brings to my eyes fresh tears. 

But I've resolved this day, dear John, 

That I will roam no more, 

But will henceforth prepare to meet 

My mother at heaven's' door; 

And when I'm called, dear John, I hope 

They'll lay me near this hill, 

Near by the scenes of boyhood days, 

Near bv that old saw-mill. 



Long before the morning's light 
Comes or ere the shades of night 
Disappear and the sun's' ray 
Brings to life another day, 
Routed from his cosy bed, 
With a pit-lamp on 'his head, 
Goes the poor young lad of twelve 
To the dark mines, there to delve 
With his pick into the coal, 
While he hears the rumbling roll 
Of the wagons all the day 
Hauling the loose coal away. 

While that poor lad labors there 
He meets men who curse and swear 
At the mules who balk and back, 
Shoving wagons off the track ; 
Do you wonder that that lad 
In a short time too grows bad, 
And will freely curse and swear 
In the pit or anywhere? 

I have worked in a coal-mine, 

Oft I've sat alone to dine 

On the contents of my pail, 

While I sat upon a rail 

On the narrow wagon track, 

With my face and hands all black ; 


While I sat and ate my meal 
Mice would often near me steal, 
Winter's snow and chilling- cold 
Forced. them there and made them bold; 
I would feed them when they came, 
And they soon grew very tame. 

While I worked day after day 
In the same old slavish way 
With the miner's pointed tool, 
Oft I longed to be in school ; 
In disgust one April day, 
I flung all my tools away 
And I said, I now decline 
To work longer in this mine ! 
Said my boss, Now is that true, 
What do vou intend to do? 

I replied, I'll go to school ! 

He replied, You are a fool ! 

How to you expect to pay 

Your expenses all the way? 

I replied, I do not know, 

But I do intend to go, 

Many great men once were poor, 

Poor as I am, I am sure, 

What man has done man can do, 

I feel sure that I'll get through! 

He replied, Have your own way ! 

You'll be coming back some day 

And will not feel half so big, 

But will gladly go and dig 

In this same old mining hole 

Where you've many years dug coal, 


You will never teach a school, 
If you do, count me a fool, 
That is all, here is your pay, 
You can come hack any day ! 

Oft I've passed that mine since then 
With my books, time and again 
While I taught the district school, 
No one called me then a fool ; 
That same foreman said, well done ! 
I'm indeed the foolish one, 
I shall ne'er forget that day 
When you threw your tools away 
And declared you'd go to school, 
How I laughed and said, you fool ! 
How do you expect to pay 
Your expenses all the way ? 
Now since you have braved it through, 
My best wishes go with you. 


Said she, George it has been two years 
Since you 'began to go with me, 
You've gone through college, now I'd like 
To know what you intend to* be ? 
Said he, I'll be a preacher, Maud, 
And teach men how to do what's right, 
The Church has need of true young men, 
Young men of learning, pure and bright. 
Said she, you do not mean that George? 
Indeed, said he, it is the truth, 
The thought came to me long ago, 
When I was but an humble youth ; 


Said she, I want a man of wealth, 
So George I cannot marry you, 
Said he, Miss Maud I'm satisfied, 
I did not mean to ask you to. 



Three children played upon a lawn, 
Two sisters and a brother, 
The three were never known to quarrel, 
They dearly loved each other. 

A very pleasant time they had, 
It was a holiday, 

But now they'd stopped to meditate 
What game they next would play. 

At last, with joy, young George cried out, 

I have a splendid one ; 

We'll play that we are poets, say ! 

O won't that he fine fun? 

O yes we will ! said little Grace, 
What will you write about? 
I'll write a rhy'me on Mother Goose, 
How she and Jack fell out. 

And T, said Pet, will write about 
A little girl named Shock 
Who dreamed that she sat by a stream 
Upon a treacherous rock. 


And I, said George, will tell about 
Where all good children go, 
And also how the wicked ones 
Shall suiter down below. 

So now, dear Grace, you must write first, 

Ah, you are ready ! read 

About your friend, old Mother Goose, 

While Pet and I give heed. 

(Grace reads.) 
Old Mother Goose 
One day let loose 
Some rude abuse 
On her son Jack ; 
Then up Jack jumped, 
Her head he bumped 
And then he thumped 
Her on her back. 

Ha, ha, laughed George and Pet at once, 
That truly was well done ! 
It served her right I think, said George, 
We're having loads of fun. 

Now Pet let's hear you read your rhyme 
About your little maid, 
What is her name? O yes 'tis Shock, 
You'll beat me I'm afraid ! 

(Pet reads.) 

Miss Mary Shock 

In a white frock 

Sat on a rock 

Beside a stream ; 

She felt a stroke, 

The rock it broke, 

Then she awoke, 

It was a dream. 


Hurrah for Pet, said George, that's good ! 
I say so too, said Grace ; 
'Tis better far than mine I'm sure, 
We'll give to her first place ! 

Now George, we've waited long enough, 
Tis time that we hear you ! 
All right, said George, so then here goes 
The best that I can do! 

(George reads.) 

The good fly high 

Above the sky 

And then draw nigh 

To heaven's gate ; 

The wicked go 

Far down below 

And suffer so 

An awful fate. 

The best by far I say, said Pet, 
Most excellent, said Grace : 
I hope that we may all fly high 
And find a resting place ! 

God bless these happy children three, 
And bless the lines they read, 
And may they all through life partake 
Of Christ the Livine Bread. 

Increase their talents Savior dear, 
And may their light so shine 
That others may their good deeds see 
And also may be thine. 



Charlie lived in Pittsburg, 
On Fifth Avenue, 
In a costly mansion, 
All around which grew 
Bright and lovely flowers. 
On rich, costly beds, 
Over which the maples 
Bent their graceful heads ; 

Bump, bump ! 
Go the street cars with a boom, 

Jump, jump! 
Everybody give them room. 

Charlie had a cousin, 
Little Jimmy Brown, 
Who lived in the country, 
Twenty miles from town; 
Charlie paid a visit 
To his uncle's farm 
In the month of August 
When the days were warm ; 

Run, run ! 
What a happy pair, 

Fun, fun ! 
They had everywhere. 

Jimmy ! called his mother, 
Come here quick ! she said, 
Go and catch that rooster 
And chop off his head ; 
You and cousin Charlie 
Both shall have a stew ; 

So they caught the rooster 
After a long chase. 


He is fat and tender, 
Just the thing- for you ; 

Rap, rap ! 
Off sped the two, 

Flap, flap ! 
Gookle, gookle, goo-koo ! 

So they caught the rooster 
After a long chase, 
But the huge old fellow 
Flapped them in the face ; 
But they held on bravely, 
Both as best they could, 
Soon they stretched him over 
A huge block of wood ; 

Chop, chop ! 
Off goes his head, 

Flop, flop ! 
Now the rooster's dead. 

What a dainty dinner 
Those two boys did eat, 
That old rooster roasted 
Surely was a treat ; 
Four more days did Charlie 
Spend upon the farm, 
Chasing pigs and chickens, 
Doing them no harm ; 

Squeak, squeak! 
The pigs ran to their pen, 

Sneak, sneak ! 
Don't you come again. 

When the days were over, 
Charlie on his bike, 
Started back to Pittsburg 
O'er the old clay-pike ; 


Though the roads were dusty 
And the sun's rays warm, 
He enjoyed his visit 
To his uncle's farm ; 

Fly, fly! 
Said the shanghai hen, 

Bye, bye! 
Charlie come again. 


Once there was an atheist 

Who said there was no God, 

And when he died they buried him 

Away beneath the sod ; 

The preacher shook his head and said, 

Now boys and girls beware, 

Be not like this bad man, for he 

Has gone away down there 

Where they have got a great big fire 

Which burns the whole day through, 

And if you don't be good always, 

You will go down there too ! 

Once there was a naughty boy 
Who would not mind his ma, 
And when she told him to be good, 
He answered her, Baa-a-a ! 
And one day he fell down the stairs 
And broke his naughty head 
And now he never says baa-a-a ! 


Because the bad boy's dead ; 

So little boys mind what I say 

And to your ma be true 

Or some day you may break your head 

By falling' down stairs too. 

Once there was a naughty girl 
Who used to stamp her foot 
And turn her lip up just like that, 
And say, No I won't do it! 
One day she fell into a well 
And no one heard her cry, 
And no one came to help her out 
But left her there to die ; 
So little girls where'er your ma 
Tells you what you must do, 
Don't say you won't do it, or you 
Will fall in a well too. 


A little boy played in the sand 

Beneath the chestnut's shade, 

There he sat on summer days 

And dug with his small spade ; 

His sister Lucy played with him, 

She had a china mug 

Which she kept filling with the sand 

Which little Harry dug; 

While Bob, the rooster on the fence, 

Would stretch his neck and crow ; 

Thus days were passed at Brown's old farm, 

But it was long ago. 


Beyond the brook Dick plowed the corn 

Which now had grown quite tall, 

He drove two glossy old black mares 

Whose names were Bird and Doll ; 

From morn till eve the voice of Dick 

All o'er the farm was heard, 

Get up, you lazy critter, Doll, 

Get up there now, ge Bird ! 

While Jake and George were building fence 

Around the field below, 

Day after day they labored there, 

But that was long ago. 

In a few days the men went forth 

To cut the golden wheat, 

Dick drove the reaper round the field 

Beneath the scorching heat ; 

Five other men kept following him 

And bound the yellow grain, 

While two more placed the sheaves in shocks, 

Protecting it from rain ; 

While Harry carried water from 

The cool spring down below, 

And thus the harvesting went on, 

But that was long ago. 

One morning when young Harry woke 

He heard a rumbling sound, 

The sound protruded from the barn 

And seemed to shake the ground ; 

He hurried out and there beheld 

Eight horses walking round, ' 

They turned the monstrous wheel which made 

A clattering, buzzing sound 


.While from the mow men threw the sheaves 

Down to the floor below, 

It was the farmers threshing day, 

But that was long ago. 

One day young Harry climbed upon 

A slender chestnut tree, 

He climbed until full forty feet 

Above the ground was he ; 

He shook the chestnuts from the boughs 

While Lucy gathered them, 

She laughed with glee when once she found 

Five burrs upon one stem ; 

Whack ! went the bough and Harry fell 

Down to the ground below, 

There stunned and motionless he lay, 

But it was long ago. 

Poor Lucy ran down to the house, 

Her face was deathly pale, 

She met her mother but could not 

Relate the awful tale ; 

But mother guessed the truth at once 

And filled with agony, 

Ran to the spot where Harry lay 

Beneath the chestnut tree ; 

She carried him down to the house, 

And though he suffered so, 

He soon recovered from his fall, 

But that was long ago. 

One day, in the old district school, 

Young Harry, on the sly, 

With a long pin stuck Johnnie Young, 

Which made the poor boy cry ; 

Alas for Harry, dearly he 

Paid for his naughty trick ; 


The teacher saw him and quickly 

Picked up a hickory stick, 

Then jerking Harry from his seat, 

He rained blow after blow 

Upon his back while Harry roared, 

But that was long- ago. 

'Twas long ago, that Harry now 

Is thirtynthree years old, 

He's been to college and is now 

A shepherd of a fold ; 

He preaches in a country church 

The sacred Gospel truth, 

But still delights oft to recall 

Those pleasant days of youth ; 

His one object is to teach men 

A'll to prepare to go 

Up to that home to which our Lord 

Ascended long ago. 


Little Lucy had been naughty 
Just because it rained that day, 
And the roads were made so mudd^ 
S'he could not go out and play. 

Bright and early she 'had risen, 
But the rain was pouring down, 
On her face there beamed no sunshine. 
It was clouded with a frown. 


All day long poor little Lucy- 
Was so wretched and unhappy, 
And e'en to her patient mother, 
Was so very cross and snappy. 

But when night came she was sorry 
And with sad heart went up stairs 
To 'her quiet little bed-room 
And repentant said iier prayers. 

Dear Lord Jesus I've been naughty 
Every hour throughout this day, 
I am that poor lamb which wandered 
From thy fold so far away. 

But dear Lord truly I'm sorry 
That I've caused Thee grief to-day, 
By Thy precious blood, dear Savior, 
Wash my many sins away. 

And throughout my life from henceforth 
Make me feel that Thou art near, 
May my life be always sunshine, 
Though the days be dark and drear. 

Jesus Christ, who ever watches 
O'er his lambs with tender care, 
Even though they wander from Him, 
Heard her simple, earnest prayer. 

For from that day forth young Lucy 
Was a bright and shining light, 
W'hen the days were dark and dreary 
S'he was sunshine fair and bright. 



I wrapped up an empty box so neat 
And dropped it carelessly on the street, 
Soon a stylish lady espied the thing 
And picked it up and untied the string ; 
She looked up street then down again, 
She opened the box, looked in, and then 
She suddenly threw it against the wall, 
Then sauntered off and that was all. 


When wagons go a rattling past 
And clouds of dust fly thick and fast, 
Which float in through your open door 
And settle on your polished floor, 
Upon your stand and rocking chair 
And rugs and books and everywhere, 
When one can never keep things clean, 
It makes a fellow feel quite mean? 


I saw a wonderful thing, said Ray, 
At Conemaugh station the other day ; 
A train struck a man before my eyes 
And severed both legs right at the thighs, 
And severed one of 'his arms also, 
I never thought a man crushed so 
Could live more than a little spell, 
But he's still living and will get well. 


O that is nothing, said Albert Shaw, 

Compared to a man whom I once saw 

When I railroaded away out west, 

He was cut in two right across his breast, 

And do you mean, Albert, to say 

That man still lived? inquired Ray, 

O no, indeed ! Albert replied, 

O no indeed, that fellow died ! 


One day young Jeremiah Chew, 
Who lived in the little town of Bellevue, 
Got drunk and before anybody knew, 
He went and on the railroad threw 
Himself when the swift express was due, 
Very soon it came thundering through 
And cut the poor fellow right in two, 
What would you expect a train to do? 


There was a little boy, 

Whose name was Edgar Roy, 
Who lived in the village of Barlow ; 

He was gentle and kind, 

I'm sure I could not find 
One better among all the boys that I know. 

There was a little girl, 

Whose name was Laura Pearl, 
Lived in the village of Barlow also ; 

She was tender and sweet 

As any you could meet, 
With smiles all day her face was aglow. 


This gentle little boy, 
Whose name was Edgar Roy, 

Played daily with the sweet little maiden, 
The tender little girl, 
Whose name was Laura Pearl, 

Neath the apple tree with blossoms laden. 

I wish that every boy 

Were like my Edgar Roy, 
And would never get angry or snappy; 

And every little girl 

W^ere like my Laura Pearl, 
Would not the world be cheerful and happy? 


Good morning Mr. Gobbler! How do you do to-day? 
Why, what can be the matter, are you going far away, 
That you've got your umbrella and your heavy carpet-sack, 
Where might you now be going, and will you soon be back? 

Why Mr. Hog I'll tell you, you may think that it is queer, 
But I'm threatened with throat trouble at this season of the 

And the season of great danger is now very close at hand 
And for fear that I might catch it I will seek some other 


I have heard that many trnkeys at the Christmas season 

catch it, 
The germs which mostly bring it are the wooden block and 


They entered a large forest and soon were out of sight 
Of fields and barns and houses, and halted for the night. 


And tliey say there's little danger of it getting hold of you 
If you manage to avoid it till the Christmas season's through. 


You have got the right idea and that's the reason I 
Have come to the conclusion to spread my wings and fly, 
And that you may have warning, I now will say to you, 
That hogs about your standing will likely catch it too. 


Ah! do you really think so? Well then if that be true, 

I'll leave this sickly country, and go along' with you 

And when we reach that country where hogs and turks ne'er 

We'll build ourselves a mansion and live on pumpkin-pie. 

They started on their journey and traveled all that day 
And w'hen night overtook them they were many miles away ; 
They entered a large forest and soon were out of sight 
Of fields and barns and houses and, halted for the night ; 
They sat down by a brooklet and like the maid Bopeep, 
Before they really knew it both had fallen fast asleep. 
Not far from where they slumbered there lived a huge black 

The breezes gently murmured. Beware, my friends, beware ! 
Alas for hog and gobbler, the wicked, hungry sinner 
Just happened to be searching for a luscious Christmas 

dinner ; 
When he beheld the travelers he could scare believe his eyes, 
He smacked his lips in triumph and quickly seized the prize ; 
The gobbler flopped and struggled and cried out, quit-quit- 
quit ! 
The hoggie squealed and grunted but nothing gained by it ; 
Off to his cave he sauntered and to his housewife said, 
Be'hold our Christmas dinner, wring off this gobbler's head 


The first thing in the morning, and now we'll go to bed, 
For I am feeling tired, I've been trav'ling all the day, 
Now close the door securely lest these creatures get away. 
Soon both the bears were sleeping, when both began to snore, 
The hog with his proboscis soon opened up the door ; 
Come now my old friend turkey, in triumph whispered he, 
I've forced the cave-door open and we again are free. 
A bright thought struck the hoggie, he thought of a good 

To be revenged on Bruin and very soon began 
To root up ground around him and pile it in the door 
And very soon the entrance to the cave was covered o'er ; 
Both of the bears were smothered while lying on their bed 
And when the cave was opened the hog found both were 

So the hoggie and the gobbler took up their quarters there 
And many days thereafter they ate meat from the bear, 
And in that cave of Bruin's, beneath a large green hill, 
For aught I know, the gobbler and the hog are dwelling still. 


Tomcat, guinea-pig, shepherd-dog, 
Peacock, turkey, Berkshire hog, 
Pug-dog, poodle-dog and raccoon, 
White duck, black duck, penguin, loon, 
Reindeer, big-horn, tall giraffe, 
Herford, holstein, durham calf, 
Lion, tiger, grizzly bear, 
'Possum, rabbit, beaver, hare, 
Leopard, puma and cougar, 
Tapir, chamois, jaguar, 
Elephant, camel and ground-hog, 
White rat, gray rat, fierce bull-dog, 
Nanny goat, billy-goat and donkey, 
Make a monstrous family. 



Kindness, tenderness, longsuflering, 
Temperance, goodness, meekness, love, 
Peace and happiness to us bring 
And prepare ns for above, 
For the mansions bright as gold, 
Which our Savior doth prepare 
For the sheep of his bright fold 
Who will reign forever there. 


Dot gobbler he vas of dot kind 

Dot veighs boud tirty bounds, 

Und like dot queen dressed oop so vine, 

He struts himself arounds. 

Und ven he struts, town vrom his nose, 
Dere hangs a pig red snovel, 
De shildrens are avraid of him, 
Dey tinks he's somedings ovvel. 

I feeds him more as seven months 
Den corned Tanksgiving tay, 
I tinks dot I vill cotch him den 
Und take his het avay. 

So on dot night before dot tay, 
Mit lantern I vent oud 
To cotch him but, now vot you tink? 
He vas no blace aboud. 


I tells you I vas oftul mat, 
I almost tooked von fit 
Pecause I could not find dot turk, 
It did not help von bit. 

I could not find him anyvere, 
I hunted high und low, 
I vent back growling to myself, 
Vere did dot turkev sro? 

Next morning- I vent out again, 
No gobbler could I see, 
I hunted und I grumbled oud, 
Vere can dot gobbler be? 

At last I yust made oop my mind 
Dot he had goned to stay, 
Dere vas no gobbler et by us 
On dot Tanksgiving-day. 

But vot you tink? ven I vent oud 
Next tay, dere by de toor 
Vas dot old gobbler, pig and broud, 
A strutting as pefore. 

Dot galendar vich hung upon 
De vail I tooked avay 
Because I plieve dot gobbler read 
Ven corned Tanksgiving-tay. 


{Temperance Ipoems 


Twas past the midnight hour, 
Three children lay around 
Upon the floor asleep, but she 
Trembles at every sound ; 
That mother's face is pale, 
She dare not think of sleep, 
Weary, she sits upon her chair 
And bows her head to weep. 

where is he to-night 
Who but six years ago, 

Vowed that he'd' give his life for me, 

Because he loved me so ? 

Alas, how oft since then 

Has he most brutally 

Abused me day and night and oft 

Inflicted blows on me. 

Alas, too well I know 

That I to-night could find 

Him in the club-room, that vile hell, 

With others of his kind ! 

1 dare not close my eyes, 
I sit in misery, 

Lest he come home and murder both 
Myself. and children three. 


Hark, hear that sound, 'tis he ! 

O mercy on us then ! 

O who will come to rescue us ? 

Hark, there it is again! 

What voice is that I hear ? 

I've heard that voice before, 

It is my brother George, who calls, 

Lucy open the door. 

With joy she turns the key, 

Without the least alarm, 

One cry of joy she gave and then 

Fell fainting on his arm ; 

Quickly he raised her up 

And bore her to her chair, 

Around which lay her children three, 

And placed her gently there. 

She soon again revived, 

O brother George, said she, 

'Tis three years since you sailed away 

Across the stormy sea ! 

Alas, how times have changed, 

My husband then did well 

But now he will not work but loafs 

About the club-room hell! 

There's where he is to-night 

Drunken with wine and beer, 

While I with these dear children three, 

Must sit thus sleepless here, 

Lest he come home in rage 

And kill us all outright 

And that is why I'm still awake 

At this late hour of night. 


The drunken sot, said George, 
Lucy now go to bed, 
I'll guard you and if he comes near 
I'll break bis drunken head ! 
O no dear George, do not, 
Though bad, he has a soul, 
Perhaps he later may reform 
And shun the drunkard's bowl ! 

Down street a man came running, he paused before the door, 
Four men followed him slowly, who on a stretcher bore 
A body which was lifeless, from which still rose the fume 
Of rotten beer and whisky drank at Broad Street club-room. 

Into the house they bore him, his face now cold and pale, 
A gaping wound upon him told plainly the sad tale, 
The drunkard had been murdered while in a gambling hole, 
His voice is hushed forever, but O where is his soul ? 

The mother's face is pale, 

She stands alone beside 

The form of him who years before 

Took her to be his bride ; 

No hope at all has she, 

O sad indeed his fate, 

The Bible says, "No drunkard e'er 

Shall enter heaven's gate !" 

Young man, old man, do you 
Frequent the vile club-room? 
O shun it for it is the road 
Which leads you on to doom ! 
Heed those stern words of Paul 
Before it is too late, 
Those awful words, "No drunkard e'er 
Shall enter heaven's gate." 



On his rich bed of down a rum-seller lav, — 
The clock on the shelf had already struck two; 
As he thought of the rum he had sold that day, — 
The form of the drunkard arose to his view. 

He dreamed of the judgment which he had been told 
Would be meted to all at the end of the world, 
When Jesus would gather his own to 'his fold, 
But the wicked to doom would quickly be hurled. 

An angel bends o'er him with countenance sad, 
But in a stern voice commands 'him to rise 
And hear the Judge tell of his actions so bad, 
Of the drunkards he made and the redness of eyes. 

With trembling and fear he approaches the stand 
And hears the stern voice of the Judge of all men 
Proclaim from the book which he held in his hand, 
His actions on earth to him over again. 

Hark ! Who is that man who before him has come, 
Who pleads with the Judge in mercy to save? 
All. 'tis one to whom he 'had often sold rum, 
And caused him to fill a wretched drunkard's °rave ! 


Then the Judge speaks to him in a voice loud and plain, 
While he points to the drunkard still' standing in view; 
Behold one of many your traffic has slain, 
His presence condemns you and hell is your due! 

And when he had spoken a dragon drew near 
And with a loud roar like that of a lion 
He coiled around the wretch who trembled with fear, 
And bound him with fetters like strong; st of iron. 

Then downward and downward through darkness he bore 

In vain the lost pleads that his bonds he would sever, 
In the Bottomless-Pit he shut the wretch in 
And there he'll torment him forever and ever. 

O rum-seller, rum-seller, never again 

Will you rest on your soft downy bed, — 

No more will your rum cause the drunkards wife pain, 

For you are now numbered along with the dead. 

Ages shall pass and even time shall end, 
And Satan still meek thee with fiery bowl, 
Misery and woe in eternity you'll spend, 
For hell is your portion and lost is your soul. 



I have been with Noah, the Patriarch, 
I tempted him when Ham was nigh, 
After he came forth from the Ark, 
I threw him down and left him lie. 

I followed Lot to a mountain cave, 
To a lonely, wild, secluded place. — 
I caused his daughters to deprave 
And plunged him deep into disgrace. 


When Belshazer his banquet held 
Within his grand and royal hall, 
I saw his face when he beheld 
The hand that wrote upon the wall. 

When Daniel was in Babylon, 
I tried to cause him grief and woe, 
But Daniel said to me, "Be gone," 
And hence I was compelled to go. 

There was a man who, many say, 
Subdued the world but could not save 
Himself from woe, for I one day 
Hurled him into a drunkard's grave. 

I thought one day I'd make an end 
Of all the converts made by Paul, 
But he cried out, "If 'twill offend, 
You'd better drink no wine at all." 

I'm never idle for an hour, 
'Tis my delight to ruin men, — 
And when I get them in my power 
I send them down to Satan's den. 

He says to men, "You need not fear, 
The drunkard none will dare condemn, 
I send him thousands ev'ry year 
And he delights to torture them. 

Who is it then, you ask at length, 
Who caused so many men to fall? 
Well I'm a king of mighty strength, 
My name is old king Alcohol. 



While seated at the dinner table, Aug. 9, 1898, at my 
boarding house in Shelbyville, 111., a young lady remarked, 
"I saw crepe upon a barroom door down street today, I 
wonder who is dead?" I replied, "Crepe is a good thing 
for on a barroom door ; it is a sign of death, and the bar- 
room brings death to many thousands every year!" Re- 
turning to my study shortly afterwards I sat down and 
wrote the following lines : 

I walked down street this afternoon, 
I passed by Jim McCoy's saloon, 
A place I oft had passed before, 
I saw black crepe upon the door. 

A dozen topers raised a shout 
And tried to call the landlord out, 
He answered from the second floor, 
Can't you see what's on that door? 

One of the topers, old and bent, 

Then asked me what that black cloth meant, 

That is a sign of death, I said, 

Someone within that house is dead ! 

A sign of death, said he, well then 
It's just the thing for that foul den, 
For rest assured where they sell rum 
Eternal death is sure to come. 


I am a drunkard, old and gray, 
I know there's truth in what I say, 
For I have been e'er since a boy, 
A customer of Jim McCoy. 

O if that crepe had there been placed 
Before my name had been disgraced ! 
And had that door always been closed 
And I not to strong drink exposed, 

My wife would not today lie still 

In that grave-yard upon that hill, 

For I, when drunk, dealt her that blow 

Which caused her death, as many know. 

My daughter would not be insane, 
Nor I be filled with grief and pain 
If crepe had always there been hung 
To warn all men both old and young. 

Jim McCoy, O Jim McCoy, 

1 know I'm lost, but see that boy! 
I once was bright and pure as he, 
Before your door opened to me. 

O Jim, let me make one request 
Before they lay my form to rest ! 
Open that vile saloon no more, 
But leave that crepe upon that door. 



It was in a wicked city, 
In the state of Illinois, 
Where I wrestled with the Devil, 
Tried to rescue girls and boys ; 
I will tell you all about it, 
How we wrestled in that town, 
Once the Devil got on top me 
And a long time held me down. 

When two men attempt to wrestle, 
You perhaps already know, 
He who has a crowd to cheer him 
Always stands the better show ; 
When we wrestled, many thousands 
Cheered the Devil in that town, 
Hence the Devil got on top me 
And a long time held me down. 

In that city the rum traffic 
Held for years the upper hand, 
There the Devil gave directions 
To his large, obedient band 
Who stood behind the counters, 
Quaffed the contents of the bowl, 
Dealt it out to wretched topers, 
Bringing ruin to the soul. 

By and by my crowd grew larger 
And they cheered with all their might 
And the next time the old Devil 
Came around to have a fight, 


I could say, when we had finished, 
To the people of that town, 
Once the Devil got on top me 
But tonight I threw him down. 

Then the Devil's crowd grew furious £ 
And soon set another day, 
Saying that we'd have it over, 
Crying, Give our side fair play! 
So upon a certain Monday, 
Came the people of that town 
Forth to see me taunt the Devil 
Whom I lately had thrown down. 

But it happened that the women 
Came to cheer me on that day, 
When the Devil's crowd beheld them 
Many turned and ran away ; 
Mr. Devil grew disheartened, 
For I saw him scowl and frown, 
And again I got on top him 
And securely held him down. 

Then those women raised their voices, 
Sending forth cheer after cheer, 
Saying, You have downed the Devil, 
Keep him down at least a year ! 
Now I stand o'er him triumphant 
And proclaim to that small town, 
Once the Devil got on top me, 
But at last I eot him down. 



I saw a maiden sweet 
Pass along a narrow street, 

All alone ; 
In one hand I saw a mug, 
In the other a large jug 

Made of stone. 

I followed her and soon 
Saw her enter a saloon 

Which was near, 
The landlord took the mug 
And filled her large stone jug 

Full of beer. 

Then he placed it on her head 
And to the poor maid said, 

Hurry home ; 
For your daddy I should think 
Will be thirsty for a drink 

Ere you come! 

Then with a sigh of pain 
She started home again 

With her beer ; 
That her father was a sot 
And sad had been her lot, 

It was clear. 


I noticed she was weak 
And concluded I would speak 

To the maid : 
For if she would tell to me 
All her troubles, possibly 

I might aid. 


Just then she tripped and fell 
And I scarcely need to tell 

What took place ; » 
The fall had crushed the jug 
And some pieces of the mug 

Cut her face. 

I helped the maid to rise, 
Who looked up in surprise, 

While she said, 
My father sent me here 
For this jug of lager beer, — 

Mother's dead! 

how I wish he'd cease 

His drunkenness, 'twould please 
Me so well, — 

1 hate the wicked bowl 
Which casts the ruined soul 

Down to hell ! 

Then she wept most bitterly 
While she sadly said to me, 

I implore 
That you come along with me, 
Speak to father, beg that he 

Drink' no more' 


I promised her I would 
Strive to do whate'er I could 

To relieve ; 
I bade her cast her cares 
On him Who heareth prayers, 

And believe. 

Then the maiden led the way 
To where her father lay 

On a bed ; 
Not a single sound was heard, 
He neither spoke nor stirred, 

He was dead. 


Thou child of the devil and full of all guile, 
Thou 'base reviler of God's holy word, 
Thou robber of God, wilt thou never cease 
To withstand and pervert the ways of the Lord? 

As Elymas withstood John and Paul at Paphos, 
So thou dost withstand the Church of today, 
Wherever it makes an attempt to progress, 
You, with your cursed rum, are debarring the way. 

There was once in our North American lands, 
A race of Red-men, who were mighty and brave, 
But only a few feeble tribes now remain, 
For thousands have filled the poor drunkard's grave. 

Across the Atlantic, to the Dark Continent, 
You've carried your traffic, while striving for gain, 
On Africa's shores you've dumped your vile drug 
To weaken and madden the poor heathen's brain. 


But Paul by the Spirit struck Elymas stone blind, 
And he found to his sorrow his project had failed, 
Then he wandered about in dire distress, 
But the Church of our Lord in triumph prevailed. 

O man of this world, let me tell you a truth, 
And pray that you keep it forever in mind ! 
The spirit of God is able today 
To quell your design and strike you stone blind. 

Beware then I say, thou slayer of men — 
For you are not able to battle with God, 
You'll sell your vile drug at your counter today, 
Tomorrow you'll lie beneath the loose sod. 

And that is not all, think of Judgment Day, 
When the God of all nations his trumpet shall sound, 
When the souls of your victims shall stand before Him 
And the voice of their blood cries up from the ground ! 

Then cease your vile business of ruining men — 
And call upon Christ to cleanse your vile stain, 
Endeavor no more his cause to withstand 
But enter his fold and ever remain. 


Into the bar-room the drunken man goes, 
No friends has he but abundance of foes, 
Topers surround him and ask him to treat, 
Each takes a drink, then some pretzels to eat; 
Men of that sort, who pretend to be friends, 
Praise him until all his money he spends. 


Enter his home and you'll find his poor wife 

Ragged and pale and tired of life, 

And his children you'll find all hungry and sad, 

Never half fed and all poorly clad ; 

Can men who behold such a pitiful sight, 

Ever say that to drink the vile drug is all right? 

Turn the door-knob and enter that place, 
Everything cheerful, no signs of disgrace, 
Mamma is happy each day of her life, 
Papa is pleasant, there's no sign of strife, 
Every young child at the close of each day 
Reads from the Bible and then they all pray, 
And murmuring never in that house is heard, 
Nor is there uttered an unpleasant word ; 
Can any man who has good common sense, 
Ever say that we could not with liquor dispense? 


Woe for the earth and for the sea ; because the devil is 
gone down unto you ,having great wrath, knowing that he 
hath but a short time. Rev. 12:12. 

'Twas on last Tuesday morning, just about the break of 

When the friends and foes of whiskey both were hastening 

on their way 
To the polls in our fair city where they cast their sacred 



Some to save their boys from ruin, some to make them 

whiskey bloats ; 
Like two mighty armies marching they proceeded on their 

Both determined to fight fiercely for the victory that day ; 
One side looked up to heaven and went to God in prayer, 
The other never ventured to seek for guidance there. 

Many soldiers had enlisted under old King Alcohol, 

That old demon whose main business is to ruin one and all, 

Said he to them, Now serve me and tonight you'll get your 

But he chuckled to 'himself, Ha, but I'll burn you all some 

But alas ! the foolish fellows served their bitterest enemy, 
They could not see it so, they said, but later they will see, 
When their boy rolls in the gutter and becomes a drunken 

They will eat the bitter fruits then of the cause for which 

they fought. 

Other soldiers who enlisted were arrayed against that 

Old Alcohol, that demon, whose main business is to bring 
Unhappiness to millions, also victims for the jail 
And break the hearts of mothers and cause them to bewail 
The downfall of a husband or a daughter who has wed 
A man who lies that moment dead drunk upon his bed ; 
Those soldiers like brave heroes with determination fought, 
Vowing that the demon's traffic must soon be brought to 


Thus from morning until evening the battle fiercely raged, 
The soldiers of the demon and those of the Cross engaged ; 
But alas ! many deserted and then joined the enemy 


And Alcohol, the demon fiend, thus gained the victory ; 

The bright sun in the heavens when he saw the deep dis- 

Behind the clouds withdrew himself and hid his smiling 

The heavens dressed in mourning then and shed tears 
thick and fast 

And over Shelbyville so fair a deep dark gloom is cast. 

The thunders too, above our heads, loudly pealed forth 
their wrath 

Against the church-members who turned and walked in 
Satan 'spath, 

Far in the eastern sky above the lightning's fierce red glare 

Flashed forth as if it wished to say, Of whiskey, men be- 

But Satan down in hell is pleased so well he laughs out- 

Says he, O what a victory for me is gained tonight! 

Ha, ha ! ha, ha ! he laughs again, my furnace I'll soon fill 

With souls sent down by alcohol drank up in Shelbyville! 

The Devil is among us but his time will soon be past, 
Fight on ye Christian soldiers, the right must win at last; 
The Revelation tells us, the devil filled with wrath, 
Has come to us for well he knows but a short time he hath 
Whene'er, with mighty chain in hand, God's angel once 

He'll seize old Satan and will bind him for a thousand years, 
Then soldiers of the cross look up, for very well we know 
The devil will be bound and then the dram-shops all must 



Spanisb^Bmencan Mar poems 


While Dewey's fleet lay at Hongkong 

War was declared with Spain, 

When neutral laws would not permit 

Him longer to remain, 

He weighed his anchors and set sail, 

Bound for Maniala Bay, 

The stronghold of the Philippines, 

Four hundred miles away. 

How little did the Spaniards dream 

That on the first of May, 

They'd hear the boom of Dewey's guns 

Inside Manilla's bay ; 

They did not hear that voice which said, 

"Remember, boys, the Maine," 

Nor those sad words born on the breeze, 

Woe to that fleet of Spain! 

'Tis morning, and George Dewey's fleet, 

Still sailing on the sea, 

Proceeds through fog, the band now plays, 

"My country 'tis of thee ;" 

'Tis music sweet, from o'er the waves 

Comes back the sweet refrain, 

'Tis music sweet, but seems to say, 

Woe to that fleet of Spain. 


The Spaniards in their strongholds lie, 

They see no foe to fear, 

The fog is thick, they see him not 

But he will soon appear ; 

O wretched Dons, before sunset 

Your blood your decks will stain 

And mournfully the waves will sing, 

Woe to that fleet of Spain. 

Hark, says the Spaniard, hear that splash, 

Hear that peculiar hum, 

Behold a fleet within the bay, 

See there the Yankees come ! 

Yes Dewey's fleet, into the bay, 

Had entered, it was plain, 

The puffs of steam all seemed to say, 

Woe to that fleet of Spain. 

The mines have failed to sink a ship, 

The Yankees were to sly, 

For ev'ry ship in Dewey's fleet 

Has safely passed them by ; 

Now cruel Dons prepare to shed 

Your blood and suffer pain, 

Your fate is sealed, your ships are doomed, 

Woe to that fleet of Spain. 

The fight is on, the Olympia leads, 

Hear it's huge cannon roar, 

And see a Spanish ship goes down, 

Another runs ashore ; 

Still Dewey's guns pour shot and shell 

Just like a shower of rain 

And all the while they seem to say, 

Woe to that fleet of Spain. 

'<4 'y 

The fight is o'er, the monstrous guns 
Have ceased their deafening- roar. 
The fight is o'er, the Spanish fleet 
Will plow the waves no more ; 
But Dewey's ships still proudly ride 
The waves and staunch remain, 
While ev'rywhere the wail is heard, 
Woe to that fleet of Spain. 

Days will pass by, men will be heard 

In after years to say, 

This is the place where Dewey fought 

Upon the first of May, 

Without a loss of man or ship, 

Without a wail of pain, 

But mournfully the waves will sing, 

Woe to that fleet of Spain. 


Now we'll step on board the train boys and hurry to the 

We'll fight for the freedom of Cuba ; 
Of Spanish fiends and tyrants we soon shall see no more, 

For soon they'll be driven from Cuba. 


Freedom for Cuba, starving must cease, 
Out with the Spanish, then we'll have peace ; 
Then we'll plant the Stars and Stripes where the Spanish 
once did rule. 
And Cuba shall then have her freedom. 


We've seen enough starvation on Cuba's sunn)- shore. 

We'll fig-ht for the freedom of Cuba ; 
The SxJanish must step out now or welter in their gore. 

For Cuba must now have her freedom. 

Yes, we'll answer to the call boys, that came from Wash- 
We'll fight for the freedom of Cuba ; 
We'll land on Cuba's shore soon and make the Spaniards 
And Cuba shall then have her freedom. 

The cause is just and right boys, so let us join the band, 

We'll fig'ht for the freedom of Cuba ; 
And God who sanctions justice will guide us by His hand, 

And Cuba shall then have her freedom. 


Kiss me tenderly dear mother, 
As you did when I was small, 
Ere I sail forth for Manilla, 
Answering my country's call : 
For the news just came this morning, 
That the Tenth must cross the sea 
To drive out the Spanish tyrants 
And establish liberty. 


Do not weep for me dear mother, 
I will prove a soldier true, 
"When this cruel war is over," 
I'll come back again to you. 


Do not fear that I, dear mother, 

Ever will forget to pray, 

I'll remember what you've taught me, 

Though temptations by the thousands, 

May surround me ev'ry day, 

I am sure that I'll resist them, 

For I'll daily watch and pray. 

I will promise you, dear mother, 

Not touch the deadly bowl, 

I will snun its deadly contents 

Which bring ruin to the soul ; 

I will do my duty ever, 

At my post I'll never sleep, 

I will not forget your counsel, 

Then dear mother do not weep. 

Let your blessing then, dear mother, 
Rest upon your 'boy in blue, 
And when lying in the trenches 
He will often dream of you ; 
And when we come home triumphant, 
You will then be glad to know, 
That your boy bravely responded 
To his country's call to go. 


There's a regiment distiguished, 

It's the Tenth ; 
It is known across the waters, 

It's the Tenth; 
In Manila far away, 
On that great eventful day, 
None were braver, all men say, 

Than the Tenth. 


In the battle of Malate, 

Fought the Tenth ; 
And there fell our brave John Brady 

Of the Tenth; 
Willing- was he there to die, 
In a foreign grave to lie, 
Comrade of our Company I, 

Of the Tenth. 

Near the outskirts of Manila, 

Lay the Tenth, 
Waiting patiently for orders, 

Were the Tenth ; 
When they heard the Colonel's call, 
Forth they bounded one and all, 
Soon before Manila's wall, 

Stood the Tenth. 

Soon the Spaniards fled in terror 

From the Tenth, 
And the boys from other quarters, 

Cheered the Tenth ; 
When at last the fight was ended, 
General Greene the Tenth commended, 
Saying that the boys did splendid 

In the Tenth. 

Now again old friends and comrades 

Greet the Tenth ; 
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, 

Cheer the Tenth ; 
For United States and Spain at peace now once again, 
Then let peace and rest remain 

With the Tenth. 


When the roll is called in heaven, 

Will the Tenth 
All be found among- the faithful, 

Will the Tenth? 
Will you then unsheath your sword 
And all fight with one accord 
In the army of the Lord, 

Will the Tenth ? 


The war with Spain is over and again we are at peace, 

And Uncle Sam has promised that our brave boys he'll 

We're filled with joy at present but there'll be a vast in- 

When the Tenth comes marching home. 


There will be a grand reunion, 
There will be a grand reunion, 
There will be a grand reunion, 
When the Tenth comes marching home. 

Our boys have done their duty and have done it nobly too, 
As brave and loyal soldiers ought in ev'ry instance do, 
And we their friends will show that we appreciate it too, 
When the Tenth comes marching home. 

Greensburg ladies will all take a holiday. 
For all will want to see the boys who come from far away, 
And sweet will be the music that our many bands will play 
When the Tenth comes marching home. 


We'll greet the boys in blue who bravely faced the shell 

and shot 
And honor we'll bestow upon those heroes who have fought, 
Our preachers too, will soon be called upon to tie the knot 
When the Tenth comes marching home. 


The Civil War had closed, 

The soldiers had returned 

To home and friends, there to receive 

The honors nobly earned. 

The men, who years before, 

Had rent our states in twain, 

Laid down their arms and coming forth, 

Said, "We'll unite again." 

About that time a child, 
In old Perm's woods was born, 
The people said it would not live, 
'Twas sickly and forlorn. 

It was a sickly child, 
And was without a home, 
How can it live, the people said, 
If left alone to roam? 

By chance there came a man 

Wiit'h heart tender and free 

Said he, The child shall have a home, 

I'll take it home with me ! 


For I believe the child 
Has talents stowed away, 
And if a chance he given him, 
He'll make his mark some day. 

The child must have a name, 

To find one I will try, 

He mused aw'hile, then said, 'twill do, 

I'll call it Company I. 

He then adopted it 

And it became his son, 

He built for it a handsome home, 

His neighbors said, "Well done!" 

And steadily it grew, 
Became both large and strong 
And citizens looked on with pride 
Whene'er he marched along. 

One day his father said, 
There's going to be a fight 
Beyond the ocean, you must go, 
The brave boy said, "All right!" 

With seven cousins he 
Entered a monstrous ship 
And sailed to islands far away, 
They had a pleasant trip. 

They landed fresh and strong, 
And soon beg^an to fight, 
And every foe they terrified 
And put to rapid flight. 


During that bloody fight, 

Some precious blood was spilled, 

And while engaged our brave young boy 

Was wounded but not killed. 

Our boy is home again, 

His cousins are home too, 

Now friends from all parts of Penn's Woods, 

Give honor where 'tis due. 

Before us stands today, 
Our brave boy Company I, 
He who was once a sickly child, 
Whom many thought would die. 

Who is that noble man, 

Who to our boy first gave 

A home and cared for him for years, 

No doubt his life did save? 

I'll tell you friends his name, 
He's living yet today, 
He's Captain of a Christian band, 
J. H. Pershing, Hurra! 



Conclusion of a sermon delivered Nov. 27, 1898. 
John 15:13. 

How wondrous was that love for man, 
How wondrous was that love for God, 
That could induce those men to die 
And sleep beneath a foreign sod. 

Brave heroes of sad fated Maine, 
Victims of proud and treacherous Spain, 
Sleep thou brave boys beneath the sea, 
Eternal rest and bliss to thee. 

Sleep till the trump of God shall sound, 
When all beneath the waves and ground 
Shall rise and meet Christ in the air, 
Who shall their deeds on earth declare. 

And may it be thy lot to stand 
In joy and bliss at His right hand, 
Where wars ne'er come and tumults cease, 
Where nations dwell in joy and peace. 




Four hundred years ago and more, 

When men were eager to explore, 

Spain sent a small courageous band 

Who first discovered western land ; 

Then over mountains, hills and plains, 

She soon extended her domains. 

Sansalvador, so rich and green, i 

Upon October twelfth was seen 

By Christopher Columbus who 

Sailed westward with his chosen crew, 

And word soon reached Spain's sunny land, 

That gold was plenty as the sand 

In that new land which had been seen, 

Sansalvador, so rich and green : 

Soon crowds of Spaniards, young and old, 

All eager to secure the gold, 

A greedy and a lawless band, 

Sailed westward to that new found land. 

But few among them could be found 

Who came to dig and til the ground, 

Ah, no ! not men who came to toil, 

To plant the corn and til the soil ; 

One aim had they in coming west, 

'Twas gold for which they went in quest, 

And many streams of blood were shed, 

And many poor red-men fell dead 

Beneath the cruel, heartless blows 

Dealt by those cruel Spanish foes. 

In fifteen hundred and nineteen 

A man appears upon the scene, 


I shudder as I read the facts 
Which tell of his dark, cruel acts ; 
The man who conquered Mexico, 
Brought to the natives grief and woe, 
A sacrilegious man was he, 
Pretending a great god to be, 
'Twas hy such fraud he caused the fall 
Of Montezuma's throne and all, 
And Mexico, that rich domain, 
Was added to the wealth of Spain. 
Another band, in search of gold, 
Pressed northward, suffering from cold, 
Led by a man with heart like stone, 
Desota, whose dark crimes are known ; 
; Twas he who slaughtered Indian bands, 
Captured a chief, cut off his hands ; 
But soon cold death, man's greatest foe, 
Laid that bloodthirsty tyrant low, 
His follov/ers cast him when dead 
O'erboard into the river bed, 
There let him lie beneath the wave, 
Unhonored in an unmarked grave. 
To that rich country of Peru, 
Spain sent her cruel tyrants too, 
There, to the Incas, Pizarro 
Brought suffering and grief and woe, 
And thus it came to pass that Spain 
Possessed her large and rich domain ; 
There was a time when she could boast 
Of western lands she owned the most. 
But as the centuries rolled by, 
From her subjects there rose a cry 
That they were being much oppressed 
And longed for liberty and rest, 
And soon the first brave colony 
Fought bravely and gained liberty ; 
Soon others fought and freedom gained 


Until but two with Spain remained ; 

At last, disgusted, Uncle Sam 

Brought forth his mighty battering-ram 

And knocked Spain from the western shore 

And made her vow she'd come no more. 

And now these colonies all live 

In rest and peace and praises give 

To Uncle Sam whose mighty blow 

Brought liberty and drove their foe 

Beyond the sea, far far away, 

And made her promise that she'd stay. 


I sat in my study wornout and weary, 

I felt very blue, down-hearted and dreary, 

I thought of young parsons living in cities, 

Boarding at hotels and eating luxuries, 

Who dressed in broadcloth and wore hats of silk, 

Who lived, as it were, on honey and milk, 

I cried in distress, O muse carry me 

Away to the land of sweet luxury! 

Still musing I sat for a few moments more, 

Then I heard a loud rap upon m) r front door, 

I opened the door and there entered the hall 

A handsome young man fully eight feet tall, 

Upon his shoulders were two monstrous wings, 

In his hand was a harp of a thousand strings, 

I stood as if rooted there fast to the place 

And continued to gaze on his bright handsome face. 


Hail thou distressed parson, at length muttered he, 
I have heard thy petition and am come now for thee ! 
Mount now on my shoulder and I'll carry thee to 
A planet where preachers have nothing to do 
But dress up in broadcloth and wear hats of silk, 
Eat cake and ice cream and drink the rich milk, 
And escort young ladies to banquets each night, 
Young ladies arrayed in garments of white. 

I mounted upon his shoulders so fair, 

He bore me up high through the pure fresh air, 

Mile after mile still upward we flew, 

My heart with emotion was thrilled through and through ; 

At last a bright star's rays shone upon me, 

Said he, "That's the planet we call Luxury," 

Our journey, said he, will now soon be o'er, 

It will take us just about five minutes more. 

To Luxury's planet we now drew near, 
And sweet strains of music I plainly could hear, 
We soon set our feet on Luxury's land, 
Where I beheld a monstrous brass band 
Composed of young ladies in garments of white, 
My heart beat for joy, I was filled with delight, 
For they all ceased playing and smiled upon me, 
And I felt just as happy as I could be. 

The handsome young man who had carried me 

Up to that bright land of rich Luxury, 

Introduced me to those young ladies so neat, 

And the way they all bowed it was perfectly sweet, 

And I cried, Bless the day when that youth came for me 

And carried me forth to this sweet luxury, 

My sorrows and trials are now surely o'er, 

My joy is now full, I ask for no more ! 


They took me around the city to see, 

The city was called Aristocracy, 

Everybody in broad-cloth and silk was dressed, 

Nobody seemed to be poor or distressed, 

They took me into a large tailor shop 

And dressed me in broad-cloth, I looked tiptop ; 

Thus dressed up so fancy and filled with delight, 

I attended a monstrous banquet that night. 

Throughout my life I never did care 
To see a young lady with her shoulders bare, 
And it always did fill my soul with distress 
To see one without any sleeves in her dress ; 
But the ladies that night to the very last one, 
Came there with their low-necked dresses on, 
From hand to shoulder their arms were bare, 
Their faces showed plenty of powder there. 

I must confess that I began to feel 
A sort of loneliness over me steal, 
Thought I after all Aristocracy 
Is a city that never was built for me ; 
It seems after all 'tis nothing but waste 
And things don't exactly just suit my taste ; 
Just then a young lady came and said to me, 
I've the honor to escort you out to tea ! 

So arm in arm I marched out there, 

With a lady whose arms and shoulders were bare, 

A sight which I vowed oft before none would see, 

Alas, I was helpless in aristocracy! 

The table was covered with delicious food, 

I ate very heartily for it was good, 

Ice cream and fruit cake, and very rich milk, 

And I heard everywhere the rustle of silk. 


I spent a week thus every day much the same, 

Every night that same lady with bare shoulders came 

And said, as she bowed very becomingly, 

I've the honor to escort you out to tea : 

You cannot believe how tired I grew 

There day after day with nothing to do, 

And the every day sight of those shoulders so bare 

Soon began to fill my soul with despair. 

When she came the next evening and said to me, 
I've the honor to escort you out to tea, 
Completely o'ercome I broke down and wept, 
And then I awoke, I had only slept; 
I was still in my study, still in my chair, 
Then I murmured aloud, I now will declare 
My sorrows and trials are all surely o'er, 
My joy is now full, I ask for no more! 


Young parsons take warning when to banquets you go, 
When eating ice cream be sure to go slow, 
For be well assured to much rich ice cream 
Will every time bring such a dreadful dream. 

Dedicated to Hon. William McKinley November, 1896. 

Blest state of the Union, thrice honored before, 
By November's election thou art honored once more, 
For our great nation has again raised its voice 
And from thy vast throng has again made a choice. 

Soon after the late war was over there came 
From among thy brave sons a mail of great fame, 
Whose brave name will ever continue to live 
And men to him ever their praises will give. 


It was General Grant, the Warrior so bold, 
Who for many years, through the heat and the cold, 
Led forth his brave men to a grand victory, 
Who conquered old General Robert E. Lee. 

Twice was he chosen and in March was sent 
To Washington City where eight years he spent 
His remains are now lying at rest in the tomb, 
His soul has departed to its final home. 

After his eight years of work had been spent, 
Another of thy noble sons was then sent, 
Who filled the same office for four years more, 
'Twas Rutherford Hayes whose name I adore. 

I adore him because, like a Christian so true, 
One brave, noble act he determined to do, 
'Twas to always discard the use of the wine 
Whenever with guests he would sit down to dine. 

I praise that good man for being so brave, 
His voice is now hushed, he lies in his grave, 
His spirit we hope lives in heaven with God, 
Because while on earth the right path he trod. 

Then after four years another brave son 
Of thine was sent forth, a true, noble one, 
A kind-hearted man, 'twas James A. Garfield, 
Who for his own land his brave life did yield. 

James Garfield, like Hayes, discarded the wine 
Whenever, with guests, he sat down to dine, 
He went to his work and with all his might 
He firmly stood up for that which was right. 

But that cruel act of Charles Guiteau 
Brought to our whole nation great sorrow and woe, 
And caused Mr. Garfield to suffer much pain, 
Who bore it with patience and did not complain. 


But with all the attention the doctors could give, 
They soon were aware that he could not live, 
In the month of September, on the nineteenth day, 
His spirit went forth from his mortal clay. 

And now fifteen years have passed by since then 
And we can rejoice and be thankful again, 
Because our great nation has lifted its voice 
And one of thy sons is again made its choice. 

Tis William McKinley a man of great fame, 
Both the men and women are shouting his name, 
Because, as they say, we will not want for bread 
As long as our g-overnment has such a head. 

Like other brave men he joined the large band 
Who went forth to rescue their own native land, 
Although but a youth he put on the blue, 
For he was a soldier who always proved true. 

The election is over and soon he will go 
As the fourth President in Ohio's long row ; 
We feel confident he'll make a brave fight 
To put down the wrong and uphold the right. 

But we hope that he too like James A. Garfield, 
To wine and dishonesty never will yield, 
But that every time he sits down to dine 
He too will discourage the use of the wine. 

We hope that McKinley successful, will be, 
And that from distress we will ever be free, 
May the blessings of heaven upon him descend 
And guide and direct him till his term shall end. 



The Psalmist, in God's holy Word, 

Said, "What is man that thou should'st take 

Account of him or of his works, 

Or supplications he might make?'' 

Although inferior far to God, 

We know man is his image still 

And that he takes account of all 

Who strive to do his holy will. 

The best example I can cite 
Of public men in modern days, 
Who truly strove to do God's will, 
Was noble Rutherford B. Hayes ; 
In private or in public life, 
No matter in which path he trod, 
He strove not to please wicked men 
But bravely strove to please his God. 

Trained by a pius mother, he 
Became a man, God-fearing, mild, 
Like Timothy, it could be said, 
He knew the Scriptures from a child ; 
In him was proven that proverb 
Whose words, at least in substance say, 
Train up a child in the right path 
And he will never go astray. 

A quiet man, ne'er seeking fame, 
Yet he among the first went forth 
To battle for the Union when 
The South seceded from the North ; 


And never did he sheath his sword 
Until the Rebel leader, Lee, 
Gave up his sword to General Grant 
And we once more from war were free. 

In public office he was firm, 
While President at Washington, 
Without regard to precedent, 
The noblest of his acts were done ; 
There, with the help of his good wife, 
The wine-cup was at once removed 
From the White House, that noble act 
Was by all honest men approved. 

As a good shepherd tends his flock, 
He daily watched with tender care 
The duties which devolved on him 
That our nation well might fare 
He bravely stood amidst all trials, 
He feared no threats of senators, 
But officers who were corrupt 
Were soon by him turned out of doors. 

His manly face no more is seen 
Among our nation's busy throng - , 
He now is free from public cares 
In that bright home of bliss and song, 
Where all the servants of the Lamb, 
Who faithfully their race have run, 
Shall hear the blessed words of Christ, 
"Well done thou good and faithful one." 

To you, young men, who read these lines 
Of admiration, love and praise, 
I say. go forth and imitate 
The noble Rutherford B. Hayes ; 


By doing so you will receive 
The blessings of your land and God, 
And with our land full of such men, 
We'll have no fear of vice or fraud. 


Here lies the Lake of Tiberias close by the steep rugged 

Now it is peaceful and silent, now its waves rise in their 
fury ; 

Into the north end the Jordan flows and is lost in its vol- 

But from the south end emerging again from the lake forth 
it gushes, 

Onward for miles then it courses till it is lost in the Dead 

Lying so misty and solemn in the blest land of Judea. 

Here lies the Lake of Tiberias, also called Lake of Gen- 

Other names also are given which are all equally sacred ; 
What's in a name I would like to know if there's one who 

can tell me? 
'Tis not the name that enchants me as I row over its waters, 
But 'tis the voice which I fancy comes down from Galilee's 

Saying, List thou to my story which I desire to tell thee, 
Thou wilt, I know, not reject it, list to my tale I entreat 



Years ago down from the mountains came a whole legion 

of demons, 
Shrieking, blaspheming and cursing, saying "Where shall 

we find lodgement 


Where we will never be hampered and none can ever expel 

Hearing their voices I trembled for a youth who was ac- 

Morning and evening to journey over the hills to Gadara ; 

Woe to that youth if unhappily he should be met on his 

By that bad legion of demons roaming about o'er the moun- 

Into him they would soon enter and 'twould delight them 
to taunt him. 


Just as the bright sun was setting, silently down from the 

Came the youth utterly ignorant of the great danger before 

Soon the bad demons beheld him and with a shout rushed 

upon him, 
Instantly enterd into him and took entire possession 
Of the youths reason and judgment, saying, "He ? ll serve 

us forever ;" 
O what a change then came o'er him ! Stars above shone 

down with pity. 


Moved by the legion of demons who now comepletely con- 
trolled him, 

Over the mountains he started, shrieking and dismally howl- 

Tearing his clothes from his body, cuting himself on sharp 

Utterly now in control of that wicked legion of demons ; 

Into the mountains they drove him, crying from morning 
till evening; 

Then into tombs he ran crying, growing so fierce none 
could tame him, 


Friends and relations beheld him, heard him cry morning 

and evening, 
Bound him with chains and strong fetters but he soon broke 

them asunder. 


Now, there were there on the mountains thousands of swine 

w'hich were feeding 
And those who kept them behind h!im now in control of the 

Crying and cutting his body on the sharp stones in the 

They were not moved with compassion for they looked on 

with indifference ; 
Day after day he grew fiercer, soon no one dared to come 

near him 
And his friends patiently waited, hoping that death would 

soon claim him. 


Down on the Lake of Tiberias, suddenly and unexpected, 
Sweeps a fierce storm in its fury, rolling the waves like 

huge mountains ; 
Woe to the fisherman's yessel sailing on Galilee's waters ! 
Who shall be able to rescue them from the waves which 

dash o'er them? 
Hark! There comes over the waters, born on trie winds of 

the evening, 
Voices all filled with emotion, saying, "Lord save us, we 

Who can they be who are speaking, somebody praying for 

mercy ? 
Hark! 'tis a calm voice now saying, "Why are ye fearful O 

faithless ?" 
See now the storm has ceased raging and a small boat is; 



In it are men who are Hebrews, now they all land near 

There is one to whom the others bow with the greatest of 

W'ho can he be, we all wonder, for no one here seems to 

know him? 


Hark, hear that cry from the mountains! "I know thee 
Jesus of Nazareth," 

"Thou art the son of Jehovah, art thou come forth to de- 
stroy us ?" 

Quickly the multitude scattered, for 'twas the youth of 

Under control of the demons, who thus addressed the young 

While they stood gazing with horror, suddenly all were as- 

For the youth did not attack him but straightway fell down 
and worshipped ; 

"Wfaat is thy name?" asked the stranger, then 'twas the 
demons who answered, 

"Legion it is, we beseech thee send us not out of the coun- 
try ;" 

Then spake the stranger with firmness, ''Come out of him 
thou foul spirit;" 

They did not dare disobey him but in these words they be- 
sought him, 

"Give us permission to enter into the swine on the moun- 

And the young Master made answer, "Enter, you have my 

Forth from the youth of Gadara went the whole legion of 

Into the swine they all entered and the herd ran down the 


Into the Lake of Tiberias and were all choked in its waters. 

Then fled the herders in terror into the town of Gadara, 

Told the whole city the story how a young man in the moun- 

Drove the whole legion of demons from the fierce youth of 

Told how the demons had entered into the swine in the 

How the swine ran down the mountains and in the waters 
had perished. 

Hearing the story, the city eagerly rushed forth to meet 

When they saw sitting beside him, in his right mind, clothed 
and quiet, 

Him whom the legion had tortured they were all filled with 
amazement ; 

But they had no words of welcome for the young Master 
who saved him, 

They cared more for the two thousand swine that were 
choked in the waters 

Than the poor mortal delivered from the influence of de- 

For they besought the young Master to depart out of their 


Jesus from that place departed for none there cared to re- 
ceive him, 

His divine love they rejected choosing instead earthly riches. 

Many hearts, just like Gadara, striving for earth's richest 

Will never open for Jesus, nor care for man's deep afflic- 



Children, who read this sad story, be not like foolish Gadara, 
Open your hearts to the Savior, let him come in and find 

Bid him cast out all that's evil, bid him abide there forever, 
Pure happiness he will give you and a bright mansion in 



In a small mining village lived Jerry McCall, 

He was gentle and kind and a favorite of all, 

He could run a whole mile at a rapid rate 

And would always lead off when the boys went to skate. 

One day he was reading of young Darius Green 

Who tried to invent a huge flying machine ; 

Ha-ha ; laughed young Jerry, I see what was wrong, 

Young Darius just made them a little too long ! 

But of course it could not be expected that he 

Would get them just right he was green as could be; 

If I would invent a machine it would work 

And I would surprise young Reuben and Burke ! 

Then Jerry sat down and seemed lost in thought, 

Wnen suddenly he jumped as if he'd been shot, 

Said he, "I'll invent the perpetual motion 

And I'll become famous beyond the broad ocean, 

I'll be introduced to England's great queen 

Who with great admiration will praise my machine, 

I'll take one to Holland, far over the way 

And meet the fair queen, little Wilhelmina, 

And Emperor William of old Germany 

Will take off his hat and reverence me ; 

I'll make glad the whole republic of France 

And their handsomest girls will after me prance, 


I'll cross o'er the Alps and visit the Swiss, 

Where I'll greet the young girls with a sweet Hobson kiss, 

For I'm sure by that time Hobson's fame will decline, 

At least 'twill be nothing compared then with mine; 

All the young girls in Europe will want me I know, 

But it's little affection on them I'll bestow, 

I'll not give my hand to such flirts as they 

For the girls are much better in America. 

So Jerry set out for old Brown's lumber yard 

And purchased a plank very dry, tough and hard, 

I'll need this, said he, in the very first place, 

A plank's just the thing for a good solid base ; 

Now I need some sheet-iron to make me two troughs, 

They have just the right kind down at old Luther Groff's. 

By noon our young Jerry had everything bought 

To make it complete, at least so he thought ; 

So that afternoon our industrious young man 

Very much now in earnest his great work began ; 

He allowed that 'twould take him a month to complete 

The machine all throughout as he wanted it neat; 

Out in the wood-shed he hammered away 

Both early and late for many a day; 

His two elder sisters one morning came out, 

Saying one to the other, "What is Jerry about?" 

Coming up to the wood-shed they saw a machine, 

Of which they declared the like never was seen ; 

Two cute little troughs, neatly fashioned with care, 

Were securely attached to a beam w'hich stood there, 

A neat little pendulum hung- alongside, 

The base was a plank about a foot wide. 

Why Jerry, said Annie, what can this thing be, 

I'm sure that no one the like ever did see ? 

lately, said Jerry, I've taken a notion 
That I can invent the perpetual motion ; 

I've labored in earnest but soon I'll be through, 

1 expect to complete in a day now or two, 

Then you, my dear sisters, must come when it's done 


And see the thing start, O won't it be fun ? 

I must make yet two lead balls so smooth and so round, 

And they must each weigh just exactly a pound. 

But Jerry, said Flora, do you think it will run, 

O if it should not, won't the people make fun? 

Don't worry, dear sister, but patiently wait 

And you'll soon see it start at a wonderful rate ; 

When I drop the last ball in that neat little trough 

You'll first see her quiver and then she'll start off, 

By next Friday ev-ning the people will know 

That Jerry McCall's new machine is a go. 

So Jerry worked on and late Thursday night 

His machine all complete stood neat and upright 

Hurrah ! said young Jerry, O don't she look grand ? 

But I'll not start it now, Til leave the thing stand 

Till morning and then I'll bring Annie and Flo, 

Then I'll drop in the balls and see the thing go ; 

So locking it up in the old fashioned shed 

He went to the house and was soon snug in bed ; 

About four o'clock he heard his good sire 

Shout, Jerry, come quick, the wood-shed's on fire ! 

Young Jerry ran out, but O what a shame ! 

The wood-shed was all one huge sheet of flame ; 

Through the window he saw his machine down below, 

Which he vowed that the world on that day would see go, 

He saw that 'twas going, but O what a joke, 

It was all going up in a huge cloud of smoke ! 

And that was the last of young Jerry's machine, 

His fate was as hard as that of young Green ; 

But one thing, said Jerry, I'd have the world know, 

'Tis true that that Friday did see the thing go ; 

And his sisters said, yes, but 'twas a grand joke, 

It all went up to the clouds in smoke ! 



Bards have sung of self-made heroes 
Who were born in rude built houses 
And at early age left orphans, 
Of their trials and misfortunes, 
How they labored late and early 
To support their widowed mothers 
And sometimes some younger children, 
How they yearned for education 
And by laboring hard obtained it ; 
Many who attained to honor 
And by all were much respected, 
Some who filled the highest office 
In our grand and good republic, 
Others who led troops to battle 
And for bravery were distinguished ; 
Listen now and I will tell you 
Of one whom I call a hero, 
Though he never led an army 
Armed with guns and glistening sabres, 
But who was indeed a soldier 
In an army of great numbers, 
Who did not, with guns and sabres, 
Undertake to fight their battles. 
In the village of Rocks-borough 
Lived an honest, poor coal-miner, 
With a wife and five small children, 
Times were hard and work not plenty, 
That man's name was John McClelland; 
He was always just and honest 
And was loved by all his neighbors ; 
He was laboring hard to keep his 


Oldest son, whose name was Rudolph, 
In the public school at Brookiield, 
'Twas the year of eighteen, sixty, 
Just before the great Rebellion, 
Rudolph then was just eleven 
And stood head in all his classes. 
When he came from school one evening, 
'Twas the thirteenth day of April, 
All the village was excitement, 
For the startling news had reached them 
That the day before, the Rebels 
Had attacked and captured Sumter. 
Soon there came a call from Lincoln, 
"Wanted, men, three hundred thousand, 
To put down the great rebellion 
And preserve the states in union." 
When the call reached John McClelland 
Who was brave and patriotic, 
He exclaimed, I'll go to battle 
To preserve the sacred Union, 
Fight for home and God and country, 
So John left his home and fam'ly, 
Praying God to safely keep them 
Free from grief and pangs of hunger, 
Till he should return to meet them, 
Or if he should fall in battle 
God should be a father to them. 
It was thought at first the trouble 
Would in a short time be ended, 
Such ideas had John McClelland 
When he left his wife and children. 
But the people found out quickly 
That the states which had seceded 
Were determined to remain so, 
And to force them to surrender 
Would require time and labor. 
After John had joined the army 


And had been in several battles 

And had faced the rebel cannon 

And escaped their deadly bullets, 

Word was brought unto his fam'ly 

That he had been taken pris'ner 

And was being rudely dealt with 

In the dreary Libby Prison. 

Patiently for months they waited, 

But the message came one morning, 

"Pie had died in Libby Prison." 

Then the village of Rocksborough 

Was for many days in mourning, 

Stores were closed and bells were tolling 

For the noble John McClelland 

Who had died to save the Union. 

W'ith her head bowed down in sadness, 

Tohn MeClelland's wife sat musing, 

Father's dead and I've no money, 

Who'll provide for these poor children 

Rudolph said, I'll tell you mother, 

I will leave my school tomorrow 

And will go and work at mining, 

I can earn enough to keep you 

And the children from starvation. 

So he went to work at mining 

And for two years earned the money 

Which provided food and clothing 

For the children and his mother ; 

By that time the War was over 

And the times were getting better ; 

Rudolph too had grown much stronger 

And still yearned for education. 

As he sat beside the fire, 

On a cold December ev'ning, 

Glancing over a newspaper, 

Suddenly his face grew brighter 

As he read this advertisement, 


"Doctor Jones will start a night-school 

On the fifteenth of December, 

To prepare young men for college, 

Let the young men take advantage." 

Rudolph clapped his hands and shouted, 

Went at once to make arrangements 

To attend the course of study 

And prepare himself for college. 

Soon arrangements were completed 

And he set to work in earnest, 

Digging coal during the day-time, 

Studying hard during the evening, 

Wrestling with his Greek and Latin, 

Algebra and Ancient Hist'ry 

And all other branches needed 

To prepare himself for college. 

Thus he worked for three 3-ears longer 

And to college was admitted. 

But another difficulty 

Now arose to bar his progress. 

While he'd be away to college, 

Who'd supply the money needed 

To provide the food and clothing 

For his mother and the children? 

He had just about concluded 

To give up his course in college, 

When his brave and noble mother 

Game at once unto his rescue. 

Rudolph dear, she gently whispered, 

You have labored hard and kept me 

From much sorrow and starvation, 

I will pay your way through college, 

I will go to yonder farmer 

And will labor during harvest, 

Binding sheaves from morn till ev'ning 

And thereby will earn the money 

Which will pay your way through college 


And will buy the food and clothing 

For myself and all the children, 

I am sure that I'll he able 

To provide whate'er is needed 

While you are away at college. 

So he came to the conclusion 

He'd accept her proposition, 

Though it grieved 'him much to see her 

Doing so much heavy labor ; 

But he vowed that in the future, 

After having passed through college, 

He'd repay her act of kindness 

By bestowing gifts upon her, 

By providing a home for her 

Where she could repose in comfort. 

So he went away to college 

And began his work in earnest, 

Very faithfully he labored 

And when the first year had ended 

He stood foremost in his classes. 

Working hard during vacation, 

Thus he strove to earn the money 

For to pay his way through college. 

When at last he had completed 

His entire course in college, 

He concluded to go further, 

In theology he ventured 

And for three years struggled onward 

Till at last he graduated, 

Having mastered all the branches ; 

He soon afterwards was licensed 

And ordained to preach the gospel. 

Shortly after ordination, 

From the trustees of the college, 

Fie received a letter saying 

They had chosen him Professor 

For the chair of Greek and Latin 


And they urged him to accept it. 
But he wrote to them a letter, 
Stating his appreciation 
Of their acts of kindness toward him, 
But declined their generous offer, 
Salving, I must preach the gospel, 
For I feel it is my calling. 
Next there came from a large city, 
From a stylish congregation, 
A request to him one morning, 
Saying, Come and be our pastor, 
We will pay three thousand dollars 
And we have a handsome parsonage 
Which is furnished and is waiting, 
Come and occupy it for us, 
For we need an able pastor. 
He also declined their offer, 
Saying, No, from Colorado, 
From a silver mining district, 
Comes a call which is much louder, 
Come and preach to us the gospel ! 
All my class-mates are unwilling 
To go out to those poor miners, 
To those men in Colorado, 
All because they can't afford to 
Pay more than five hundred dollars 
To their minister for salary. 
So leaving all he started westward 
TravTing over plains and mountains, 
Till he came to Colorado, 
To that silver mining district, 
Where 'he set to work in earnest, 
Strove to serve a congregation 
Numbering only fifty members. 
But they were God-loving people 
And all labored with their pastor 
To extend the Master's kingdom, 


And the Master blessed their efforts 
And with success crowned their labors; 
For we found him five years later 
In a large and handsome building 
And instead of fifty members 
He was preaching to three hundred. 
We have followed him through trials, 
Through discouragement and troubles, 
Now we find that he has triumphed 
And oer all has been victorious, 
Let us then congratulate him 
In the success of his mission 
And in all his future labors 
Let our earnest prayers go with him; 
Now I ask you friends this question, 
Was he not indeed a hero? 


That old catechism I've studied for years, 

Every question therein is dear to my heart, 

And shall I because other ministers do, 

From the old Catechetical method depart? 

A thousand times no, I'll never give way, 

But until the day I breathe my last breath, 

I'll teach the young children that answer which tells 

Them their one only comfort in life and in death. 

If you take the loud-voiced evangelist's plan, 
It will bring the church quickly numerical gain, 
It will bring in from thirty to forty each night 
Who after six months must be brought in again ; 
But though the good old Catechetical plan 
Does not so quickly bring numerical gain, 
The lambs which it usually brings to the fold 
You need not, in six months, go after again. 



In the thrifty town of Mercersburg, 
One pleasant night in June, 
A scene took place which will not be 
Forgotten very soon. 

The college boys upon that night — 
A glorious banquet held, 
All other banquets held before, 
This one by far excelled. 

Now when a banquet of this kind 
Is held by any school, 
Each boy must bring his lady friend 
Or violate the rule. 

It happened that Professor Beam, 

Upon that glorious night, 

Brought with him his accomplished friend, 

Miss Anna Mary White. 

The hall was decorated grand, 
The girls were dressed quite gay, 
At eight o'clock the march began 
Along the large hall-way. 

They marched into the dining hall, 
Then seated at the table, 
The boys and girls ate of the food 
As much as they were able. 

After the crowd had satisfied 
Themselves with cake and cream, 
They cried aloud, "Give us a toast !" 
"Professor Beam, Professor Beam !" 


Then Mr. Beam rose from his seat 
And bowed before the crowd, 
He gave a toast which pleased them all, 
For their applause was loud. 

But when the time at last arrived 
When all must say good night, 
Professor Beam forgot about 
His friend, Miss Anna White. 

Forgot he'd brought her to the feast 
And right within her sight, 
He started home with Carrie Black 
And left poor Anna White. 

And it did not occur to him, 

Until lie reached his room, 

That he had brought Miss Anna there 

And taken Carrie home. 

He tried to sleep but 'twas no use, 
He felt the deep disgrace, — 
So rising up he packed his trunk 
And quickly left the place. 

J Tis strange indeed he should forget 
His duty on that night ; 
It seems to me he could have seen 
'Twas there in Black and White. 


Given to all alike eac'h day, 
One by one they hasten away, 
Lost ones never again are found, 
Dashed hopelessly down to the ground ; 
Fv'ry one is for you to use, 
Never O never e'en one abuse. 


Morning's dawn sees them passing by, 
O how quickly they seem to fly! 
Many pass by on time's swift wing 
Evil to some they often bring ; 
Now then my child treat well each one 
'Till vour task in this world is done. 


The shades of eve are falling, 
The sun is setting now, 
The zephyrs sway most gently 
The silver maple's bough ; 
The crickets now are chirping, 
The cows now softly low 
While by the. church-yard yonder, 
I see the clear brook flow. 

The shades of eve are falling, 
But still I plainly see 
A mound in yonder grave-yard 
And think it cannot be 
That in that quiet grave-yard, 
Where forms are laid away, 
Kind hands of friends have buried 
My dear mamma today. 

The shades of eve are falling, 
My tears are falling tooi, 
My mamma's taken from me, 
What am I now to do? 
Her easy chair is vacant, 
I miss her good-night-kiss, 
Sorrow and grief are reigning 
Where once reigned joy and bliss. 


The shades of eve are falling, 
But now there falls on me 
A ray of light from heaven, 
From grief it sets me free, 
T see the dark veil lifted 
And there in peace and rest, 
Dear mamma dwells with Jesus 
In mansions of the West. 


The boys have sailed, so came the word 
Across the great broad sea, 
Upon the good ship Senator, 
The news brought joy and glee ; 
Within a month, God willing, they 
Will reach the Golden Gate 
And soon thereafter meet their friends 
In the old Keystone State. 

'Tis August first, a ship appears, 

The boys have come at last, 

It is the good ship Senator, 

Her flags are at half-mast ; 

Our c'heers are hushed, the people wait, 

All filled with fear and dread, 

The flags at half-mast tell the tale, 

Some one on board is dead. 

The boys all land, weary and sad, 

One face does not appear, 

The face of him who led them oft, 

W'ho to their hearts was dear ; 

A casket born from off the snip, 

His mortal clay contains, 

His soul has flown to other realms, 

Nought but his dust remains. 


"Brave soldier rest, thy work is o'er," 

Rest in thy native land, 

Thy sword is sheathed, thy voice no more 

Will our brave boys command ; 

With sad hearts we here tenderly, 

Now lay thee in the tomb, 

From pain and sorrow thou art free, 

O'er us is cast a gloom. 

Rest thou beneath the sun's bright rays, 

Rest thou beneath the stars, 

A soldier thou, for many days 

In two important wars ; 

For thy great service we to day 

Here rightly honor thee, 

Sleep thou till Resurrection Day, 

Brave soldier thou art free. 

Thou art now dead, yet still alive 

Within each soldier's heart, 

Who with thee on the battle-field, 

In fighting took a part ; 

Years shall roll by, still men shall say, 

Flere lies a man of fame 

And soldier boys still e'er revere 

Brave Colonel Hawkin's name. 

Aug. 8, 1899. 



The morning dawned on Buffalo, 

The bright sun from the sky looked down 

Upon crowds passing to" and fro 

In that fair city of renown ; 

Upon large crowds in bright array, 


Like fruit trees when in fullest bloom, 
None dreamed that ere the close of day, 
The nation would be wrapped in gloom. 

The forenoon passed, and noon also, 
The multitude its course now bent 
Towards the spot, with hearts aglow, 
W'here stood our nation's president ; 
With a sweet smile upon his face, 
The president stretched forth his hand 
And with unfeigned, pure Christian grace, 
Greeted each one of that huge band. 

A man came forth from that huge throng, 

A man was it ? Ah no, 'twas not ! 

It was a fiend who passed along 

And in cold blood fired a shot 

Into McKinley's manly frame, 

E'en while he grasped his friendly hand, 

A blacker crime or deeper shame 

Ne'er left its trace on our fair land. 

The merriment was suddenly 

Turned to mourning, each voice was hushed, 

Kind friends removed him tenderly, 

Each tender heart with grief was crushed ; 

Physicians were called hastily 

Who handled 'him with tender care, 

While people prayed most earnestly 

To God in heaven his life to spare. 


'Twas past the midnight hour 

And the last ray 
Of hope had disappeared, 

Calmly he lay 


Waiting the summons of 
The God of peace and love, 
To his blest home above, 
To endless day. 

Meekly had he resigned 

To God's decree, 
Ne'er once did he complain, 

Ne'er murmured he ; 
Content to die was he, 
Whispering rev'rently, 
"Nearer my God to thee, 

Nearer to thee." 

"God's will be done, " said he, 

"It is his way." 
Thus firm in Christian faith, 

He passed away ; 
From pain and sorrow free, 
With angels now sings he, 
"Nearer my God to thee, 

Nearer to thee." 


On that sad melancholy day, 

When Canton was o'er whelmed with gloom, 

McKinleys form was borne away 

And laid to rest within the tomb. 

Church-bells throughout Columbia's lands, 
From lake to gulf, from sea to sea, 
Toiled forth while many choral bands 
Chanted, "Nearer my God to thee." 

With hearts bowed down in grief we laid 
Him in the tomb and left him there 
And with sad hearts we humbly prayed 
Before God's throne this humble prayer. 


To heaven we lift our voice and cry, 
O God our Father speed the day 
When the last trace of anarchy 
Shall from our land he swept away. 


In the meadow by the road five little tots 
Romped about while gathering sweet forgetmenots, 
Close beside them on the fence, coiled around a stake, 
With his tongue protruding, hung a rattle-snake ; 
Through the deep grass scampered each little tot, 
Margery, the youngest, wandered near the spot 
Where, with tongue protruding, hung the rattlesnake, 
Soon her bright eyes saw it coiled around the stake ; 
Look, the sweet child shouted, see the pwitty fing! 
Let me do and touch it, O, it has a sting! 
Mercy, cried the others, Margery will die ! 
O that some physician were now passing by ! 
Then all cried together, Help for mercy sake, 
Margery is bitten by a rattle-snake ! 
Happily a farmer who was passing by, 
Saw the monstrous rattler, heard the children cry, 
Leaped from off his wagon, joined the little crew, 
With his mouth the poison quickly he withdrew 
From the hand of Margery, then killed the snake 
Which, with tongue protruding, hung upon the stake ; 
Then upon his wagon seat, very tenderly, 
Placed our little darling, sweet Margery, 
Took her home to mother, placed her on a bed, 
Now indeed unconscious, still she was not dead. 
Soon the doctor enters, ali hold their breath, 


Will our darling Margery soon be cold in death ? 

See his face now brighten, he exclaims/" Alls well, 

She will soon recover, just a fainting spell ! 

You can thank the farmer, for his act so brave, 

For 'twas that brave act which your child's life did save. 



I have read the poem of Rudyard Kipling, 
Recently published, which is styled "The King :" 
'Tis a fine production that poet has wrought, 
Full of inspiration and full of deep thought. 

Papers were so anxious to secure it quickly, 
That 'twas sent by cable from beyond the sea ; 
The people, of course, thought 'twas a grand thing, 
Just because 'twas written by Rudyard Kipling. 

'Tis a fine production, still it seems to me 
Magazines have acted rather hastily, 
Spending much money to have it brought o'er 
By means of cable to Columbia's shore. 

Why send for your poems to a foreign shore, 
Have we not among us poets by the score 
Whose poems are sweeter by far than anything' 
Which has yet been written by Rudyard Kipling? 

Take the latest poem of Will Carleton, 
"The leaves of the book," place it now upon 
Yonder critic's table, place also "The King," 
Which was written lately by Rudyard Kipling. 

Let the competent critic put them to test, 
Then inform the public which work is the best; 
I feel sure our country very soon would see 
That "The King" is indeed a minus quantity. 


I'll name you another, James Whitcomb Riley, 
Whose lines surpass those cabled over the sea ; 
Take Josiah G. Holland's great poem, "Bitter Sweet :" 
'Tis one which no foreign poet ever can beat. 

Do not think that American poets all are dead, 
In rhyme and sweet metre we are still far ahead, 
And if our journals want good poetry, 
They need not, by cable, bring it over the sea. 


Beyond the Jordan in that land 

Near Bethany men saw him stand, 

Who thronged him when they heard the cry, 

"Repent ye for the time is nigh ; 

When John stood there the following day 

And Jesus came men heard him say 

To his disciples, there were two, 

Ide ho amnos tou theou. 

Like the glad tidings on that morn, 
Which angels sang when he was born, 
These words of John rung in their ears, 
Increased their joy, dispelled their fears, 
Their faith increased, all doubts disarmed 
A resolution there they formed ; 
Believing that John's words were true, 
Ekolouthesan to Iesou. 

Would that all men might heed the cry 
Uttered by John in Bethany, 
And that it might be said of all, 
When the last trump proclaims the call, 


"Come forth and meet the Lamb on high," 
That when on earth they heard the cry, 
Ide ho amnos tou theou, 
Ekolouthesan to Iesou. 


In Memory of Sarah I. Rnnkel. 

A precious and beloved one, 
A faithful child of God 
Now calmly and serenely sleeps 
Beneath the hallowed sod. 

A tender sister, good and true, 
In days gone by was she ; 
A noble Christian who by all 
Was loved most tenderly. 

Now free from pain she sweetly sleeps, 
A ransomed child of God ; 
She sleeps the sleep of God's redeemed, 
Beneath ahe hallowed sod. 

And when the trumpet call is heard, 
She from her grave will rise 
And with the ransomed meet her Lord 
In bright celestrial skies. 


I stepped on board the train one day 
When I was twenty-four, 
I heaved a sigh of deep regret, 
My college days were o'er 


And I had been commissioned to 
A little mountain charge, 
Four congregations, far apart 
And salary not large. 

The train moved on at rapid rate, 

I traveled all that day, 

When ev'ning came I found myself 

Three hundred miles away 

From home and in the mountains wild, 

A perfect wilderness, 

At first I was almost o'ercome 

With fear and loneliness. 

An elder, Philip Westinghiouse, 
Had promised to meet me, 
J looked around on all sides but 
No person could I see ; 
The ticket agent told me that 
He lived two miles away, 
But that he had not seen him there 
At any time that day. 

And so I started up the road 

Along a deep ravine, 

The pines presented on all sides 

A rich delightful scene ; 

A clear and sparkling mountain brook 

Rushed down the mountain side, 

And many gray spirrels on the trees 

Popped in their holes to hide. 

I walked along a mile or two 
And then stoped suddenly, 
For I beheld a fair young maid 
Beside a large pine tree, 


Plucking the flowers near its roots 
And singing all the while, 
Her neat form dressed in white, her face 
Beamed with a pleasant smile. 

But her dark bright eyes soon espied 

Me coming towards her, 

Good ev'ning miss ! said I, and she 

Replied, Good ev'ning sir! 

You live near here, said I no doubt 

You can inform me where 

Lives Mr. Philip Westinghouse, 

Can you direct me there? 

Pier bright dark eyes grew brighter still 

When I spoke thus to her, 

She sweetly smiled and then replied, 

I am his daughter, sir! 

She then extended her fair hand 

And said, you're welcome sir, 

I think I can guess who you are, 

You are our minister? 

You certainly have guessed aright, 

Said I, for I am he, 

And if the one whom I've just met 

Shall a fair sample be 

Of the young people of the flock, 

Our church is bound I know 

To increase in its membership 

And rich in °race to srrow. 

& j 

She blushed again and sweetly smiled, 
Then said to me, Now come,- 
Just follow me I'll lead the way 
And soon we'll be at home ; 


She sweetly smiled and then replied, 
I am his daughter sir. 


Tis only just a little way, 
That white house yonder, see, 
Which stands beneath the little hill 
Near by the tall pine tree. 

She led the way and soon I found 
Myself most heartily 
Welcomed by Mr. Westinghouse, 
His wife and children three ; 
That ev'ning I will ne'er forget, 
'Twas passed most pleasantly, 
The parents and the children too, 
Were pleasant as could be. 

That happened just five years ago, 

And I am preaching still 

In that small mountain charge, I drive 

O'er many a stony hill ; 

But that fair maid whom I first met 

When first I traveled o'er 

The mountain road near by her home, 

Now lives at home no more. 

And is she still Miss Westinghouse? 
No, she has changed her name ! 
Six months ago to day her name 
And mine became the same ; 
And now in a neat parsonage, 
While moments come and go, 
My heart is cheered by that fair maid 
I met five years ago. 



There's a snug, quiet corner in my father's old farm-house 
Where I've spent many a happy winter day, 
Where I've sat for many an hour just as quiet as a mouse, 
Smoking my good old pipe of clay. 

my good old pipe of clay, they have hidden it away, 
And I never hope to find it any more ! 

1 shall buy myself another and I'll smoke throughout the 

While I sit in that corner as before. 

When the rays of morn were dawning and the sun shone 

forth its light 
Bringing to the world another day, 

I would fill my box with matches and prepare myself a light, 
Then I'd puff my good old pipe of clay. 

One day I went as usual to the corner of that room, 

But alas my good old pipe was gone ! 

I was almost broken hearted and I filled the house with 

All night until the morning dawn. 

I blamed my wife and daughter but they ev'ry one denied 
And I never have been able to this day 
To detect the one who had been mean enough to go and hide 
That good old friend my pipe of clay. 

I have bought myself another for I never hope to find 
That pipe which some mischief hid- away. 
But there'll be fond recollections of it coming to my mind, 
Farewell then my good old pipe of clay ! 



I saw the Lord sitting upon 
His glorious throne on high, 
His everlasting glory filled 
The earth and sea and sky. 

Above his everlasting throne 

Stood the bright seraphim, 

With wings which covered face and feet 

Who praised and worshipped him. 

"And one cried unto another, 
Holy, holy, holy, 

Is the Lord of hosts, the whole earth 
Is full of his glory." 

Then all the foundations we're moved 
At the. voice of him who spoke, 
Foundations of the thresholds and 
The house was filled with smoke. 

Woe is me, I then exclaimed 

For I am now undone, 

"I am a man of unclean lips," 

A vile and sinful one. 

I dwell among a people whose 

Lips are vile and unclean, 

For the great King', the Lord of hosts, 

Mine own eyes now have seen. 

Then one of the bright seraphim, 
Unto me quickly flew, 
Having a coal, which he with tongs 
From off the altar drew. 


And then he touched my mouth with it 
And said unto me, "Lo, 

This coal hath touched thy lips and purged 
The sin which pained thee so." 

Then suddenly I heard a voice, 

It was the Lord's own word, 

"Whom shall I send, and who will go?" 

Said I send me O Lord. 

I heard his voice saying to me, 

Go forth and preach my word, 

I went forth and proclaimed the name 

Of jesus Christ our Lord. 


Just and noble statesman he, 
At his post from morn tiil night, 
Man of honor, true, upright, 
Ever mindful of the right, 
Stood for land and liberty. 

Ably did he wield the rod 
Brought to him, the nation's choice, 
Ruled he well with heart and voice, 
All true men could but rejoice ; 
Martyr for his land and God. 

Gone forth to eternal rest, . 
At the throne of God now blest; 
Rest brave soul forever there, 
Free from sorrow, pain and care ; 


In that land of peace and rest, 
Evermore shailt thou be 'blest ; 
Live thou there and soon may we 
Dwell in that bright home with thee. 


There was a man who was old and bent, 
But every day to town he went, 
Be the weather foul or be it fair, 
This bent old man never seemed to care ; 
No matter how thick the snow came down, 
Just the same 'he made his trip to town ; 
The people called him a nice old man, 
We children called him, "Old Uncle Dan." 

He lived with his daughter on a hill, 

Close by an old decayed grist mill, 

For many years it had ceased to grind, 

It was one of the old old-fashioned kind ; 

But oft I heard old Uncle Dan say, 

I run that mill for many a day, 

Many a sack of wheat I ground 

When that water wheel went round and round. 

Yes I was straighter and suppler then, 
Your father and I were stout young men, 
In yonder fields we together made hay 
And rastled each other many a day, 
I ducked him wiith water and he ducked me 
Till both were as wet as we could be 
And oft around the old barn we would run, 
I tell you mv bovs wc had lots of fun. 


Old Mike Porter taught the deestrict school, 
His hickory rod and his dunce's stool 
Were the chief instruments of laming he had, 
The boys, I must say, were all rather bad ; 
Yes your father and I were none of the best, 
We both were about as bad as the rest ; 
One day we both laughed out loud, "He, he I" 
And old Mike licked us tremeduously. 

When Christmas came we barred out old Mike, 

But he broke in the door with a big hand-spike 

And at us he came and every young man, 

Now frightened jumped through the window and ran; 

I happened to be a little too slow 

And old Mike struck me a fearful blow 

Upon my head and I fell to the floor 

Everything grew dark and I knew no more. 

They said old Mike thought I really was dead, 

I lay motionless with a gash in my head ; 

Old Mike indeed was terribly scared 

For the biggest boys very stoutly declared 

That if I should die, on that very night 

The neighbors would hang old Mike on sight; 

But Mike was not hung, but that very night 

The neighbors declared he'd served me just right. 

Yes boys that was many long years ago, 
Your teachers now do not carry on so; 
The people have grown much wiser you know, 
I thank the good Lord it has turned out so ; 
Old Mike did the best that he ever. knew how, 
He's dead and I hope up in heaven now, 
And your uncle Dan too will very soon go, 
And he'll be better off in heaven I know. 



The town-clock now is striking six, 
Thou, Nineteenth Century, 
Hast only six more hours to live, 
Then we must part with thee ; 
The night approaches rapidly 
The golden moments fly, 
Thine eyes will soon forever close, 
At midnight thou must die. 

Hark! the town-dock strikes seven, 

The hours are only five 

Till thou wilt pass away and then 

The New Year will arrive, 

The New Year which will usher in 

The Twentieth Century. 

The new born son of Father Time, 

Who comes to succeed thee. 

The town-clock now is striking" eight, 

Only four hours more 

Till thou wilt take, thy 'hasty flight 

And wilt return no more ; 

The tears will come, 'tis sad I know 

To see thee flee away, 

I would that many years were yet 

For thee to with me stay. 

O how times flies! the clock strikes nine, 
The hours are only three 
Till thou shalt vanish out of sight 
And ne'er return to me; 


O why did I not realize, 
Before thy end drew near, 
That thou O Nineteenth Century, 
Wert thus to me so dear! 

And now the clock is striking ten, 

Thy race is almost run, 

Thy work on earth will soon be o'er, 

Thy work so nobly done ; 

Two hours more then thou shalt die, 

No more thy face I'll see, 

But though thou diest thou shalt live 

Within my memory. 

And if 1 shall see many days 

Of the next century, 

No matter, I shall ne'er forget 

That I was born in thee ; 

No ! not if I live till the snow 

Of age comes to my brow, 

O hark, I hear that clock again ! 

It strikes eleven now. 

Thy hours I can count no more, 

I count the moments now, 

Till thou shalt silently take flight 

And on thy journey go ; 

Hark, the clock is tolling twelve ! 

'Tis tolling thy death knell, 

O Nineteenth Century so dear, 

Farewell, farewell, farewell ! 

The above poem was written between the hours of six 
and twelve o'clock, Dec. 31, 1900. 



Arrayed in the blue, at the age of eighteen, 

I left my dear mother's side, 

I went on board of a transport and sailed 

O'er the ocean so deep and wide ; 

When on my berth in the transport that night, 

Very sad and lonely I lay, 

I fancied I 'heard my mother's sweet voice, 

Softly singing so far away. 

"Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 
Which before the cross I spend ; 
Life and health, and peace possessing 
From the sinner's dying friend." 

For thirty long days that transport sailed on 

And I very sea-sick became, 

Very restless,, I groaned for many a night, 

And always was glad when day came ; 

My comrades would say, "Now pard take a beer 

And you will be better I know," 

I answered them, no ! and thought that I heard 

My mother's voice singing so low, 

"Here I'll sit forever- viewing 
Mercy's streams, in streams of blood ; 
Precious drops my soul bedewing, 
Plead and claim my peace with God." 

At 'last after many a weary long day, 

Our transport entered the bay 

Where Dewey destroyed a whole Spanish fleet 

Upon the first day of May; 


I realized that I was far from my home 

And I greatly trembled with fear, 

But e'en while I trembled my. mother's sweet voice 

-Seemed softly to ring in my ear, 

"Love and grief my heart abiding, 
With my tears his feet I'll bathe, 
Constant still in faith abiding, 
Life deriving from His death." 

Our regiment went forth to battle and fought 

And many privations we bore, 

At last the news came that peace was declared 

And all our hardships were o'er ; 

We entered a transport to sail for our homes 

And soon we again were at sea, 

As I stood upon deck my mother's sweet voice, 

Seemed gently to come back to me, 

"Truly blessed is the station. 
Low before His cross I lie, 
While I see divine compassion 
Floating in His languid eye." 

After sailing for many a weary long day, 

We met with our dear friends once more, 

But sorrow was mine for my mother was dead, 

Ller trials and sorrows were o'er ; 

While I stood by her grave the tears from my eyes, 

In great torrents freely did flow, 

But e'en while I wept I imagined I heard 

Her voice singing sweetly and low, 

"Here it is I find my heaven, 

While upon the Lamb I gaze ; - 

Here I see my sins forgiven. 

Lost in wonder love and praise." 1901 



She was a handsome maiden, 
Her age was twenty-two, 
Her father was a merchant 
As rich as any Jew ; 
Her mother was not handsome 
"But very proud and vain, 
Who wore a dress at banquets 
Which had a ten-foot train. 

Her given name was Agnes, 
The name means chaste or pure, 
They surely named her rightly, 
For she was chaste I'm sure ; 
But of her cranky father, 
I could not say as much, 
Of chastity, her mother 
Had scarcely a small touch. 

A young and pius parson, 
Whose name was Arthur Brown, 
By a small congregation, 
Was called to Myerstown ; 
He fell in love with Agnes, 
And ere her parents knew, 
They'd vowed that the next summer, 
They'd be no longer two. 

But when she told her parents 
They stormed and sco'lded her 
And said, What ! will you marry 
A poor young minister ? 


They tried their best to force her 
To break the promise made, 
But, of their threats, young Agnes 
Was not one whit afraid. 

They locked her in her bed room 
And kept her there all day, 
Nor left her out at ev'ning, 
But vowed she'd have to stay 
Till she would break the promise 
Made to young Parson Brown, 
But like that strong Gibraltar, 
She could not be brought down. 

'Twas shortly after midnight, 
Her parents both had gone 
To a huge ball and likely 
Would stay till morning's dawn ; 
She stepped upon the porch roof, 
Below stood Arthur Brown 
Who with a rope and ladder, 
Soon brought her safely down. 

Then with light hearts they hastened 
Quickly to Cumberland, 
Where they, six hours later, 
Were joined both heart and hand ; 
Her parents danced till morning, 
Then started for their home, 
When they arrived a message 
From Cumberland had come. 

The father quickly read it, 
What did the message say? 
Dear father, we were married 
Just at the break of day ; 


1 do not ask forgiveness 

Because I did just right 

In quietly eloping 

With Arthur Brown last night. 

The mother, like a baby, 
Loudly began to bawl, 
The father said quite calmly, 
I'm not surprised at all ; 
I knew she was determined 
And now since it is done, 
Let's treat the parson kindly 
And own him as our son. 

So Agnes and her husband 
Came back and settled down 
And served the congregation 
In good old Myerstown ; 
Their parents, now contented, 
Both often on them.' call, 
And have confessed to Agnes, 
'Twas better after all. 

The after years of Agnes, 
Content and happy proved, 
'Twas all because she married 
The young man whom s'he loved ; 
In preference to riches, 
She chose true, honest love 
And rich blessings descended 
Upon her from above. 

You crankly, wealthy fathers 
And you vain mothers too, 
This little, simple story 
Has lessons meant for you ; 


Don't try the game of choosing 
Your daughter a husband, 
Or she, with a young parson, 
May skip to Cumberland. 


Poor and wretched man am I, 
Jesus, Lord, to Thee I cry, 
Save me ere I faint and die. 

Jesus, Lord, I humbly pray, 
Take my evil thoughts away 
Ere they lead my soul astray. 

that I could, like a dove, 
Soar to unseen worlds above 
And abide in thy blest love ! 

By false Satan's craft beguiled, 
T, a disobedient child, 
Wandered in the mountains wild. 

Tender shepherd, good and kind, 

Come into the wilds and find 

Thy poor child distressed in mind. 

Lost in the dark mountain hold, 

1 am hungry, faint and cold, 
Take me back into thy fold. 

Come Lord Jesus, rescue me, 

For I long again to be 

Safe within thy fold with Thee. 


Take me back dear Lord and then 

Let me never stray again, 

For thy dear name's sake. A-men. 

THE JR. 0. U. A. M. 

Say Bob, I'd like to see you join 
The grand Junior O. U. A. M. 
The boys I know would ail be glad 
To see you come and join with them; 
You're just the kind of men we want, 
Your principles are sound and right, 
Come Bob, say that you'll join our lodge, 
And I'll propose your name tonight? 


What, join your lodge, you say ! now James 
I must confess I cannot see 
What good the Junior Order does, 
Or e'er has done, can you show to me? 
Now if you can show one grand thing' 
Your lodge has done, I'll promise you 
I'll join it right away and will 
To all its principles be true. 


Well Bob, 'twill be no task at all 
To tell you what our 'lodge has done 
Since eighteen fifty-three when it 
Its noble course began to run ; 
I cannot tell you all it did, 
For it would take more days than one 
To tell you all the noble deeds 
Our patriotic lodge has done. 


When the great Civil War broke out, 
When Lincoln called for gallant men, 
Who went forth and enlisted first, 
Who left their homes and loved ones then? 
Who was it, while the coward knaves 
Feigned sickness or ran off and hid, 
Who went forth bravely to the war? 
The Junior O. U. A. M. did. 

And when the war with Spain broke out, 

Who rallied to McKinley's call, 

Who were the boys who first went forth, 

Who left their homes, their friends, their all ? 

What order urged its sons to go 

And help the Cubans to get rid 

Of Spain, their old blood thirsty foe? 

The Junior O. U. A. M. did. 

What order greatly influenced 
Pennsylvania's Legislature, 
By which a law was passed which would 
Free text-books for the schools procure? 
Who made the laws which sends to school 
'Children from seven to sixteen? 
That blessing to our children was 
The Junior Orders' work I ween. 

Now Bob, I could keep on all day 
Relating things which we have done 
During the forty-eight years since 
Our noble work was first begun ; 
But will not what I've told suffice, 
And will you not now join our band 
And be a member of that lodge 
Which stands for God and native land? 



Ah James, my eyes which once were blind 
You've opened and I clearly see 
Now that the Junior Order stands 
For native land and liberty ; 
Your order has done noble work, 
Your principles are just and right, 
I have decided to join you, 
You may propose my name tonight. 


When the chilling storms are over and the sweet Spring 

flowers appear, 
There is music, sweet and pleasant, falls upon my list'ning 

'Tis the humming of the busy little golden honey bees 
As they gather precious honey from the blossoms in the 

trees ; 
Oft I've sat and watched the workers by the hundreds go 

and come, 
Ever singing while they labored, making a delightful hum; 
Never idle for a moment, rising early with the sun, 
Thus they daily gather honey till the honey season's done. 

You may take your trips to Europe or to any foreign land, 
But I, during vacation, will have pleasure twice as grand 
In the back-yard of a farm-house 'neath a spreading apple- 
Where is heard the sweetest music of the 'little honey-bee ; 
Sometimes 'tis true a naughty little bee will come along, 
Who around my head will circle and will quickly change 

his song, 
Just the other day you should have seen me make a hop and 

When a naughty little hummer stung me on the upper lip. 


For about a half an hour I was feeling very sick 
And presented quite an aspect with my lip so red and thick, 
But it did not make me angry at the naughty little bee, 
For I soon again was seated 'neath the same old apple-tree, 
Thinking what a noble lesson we may a'll learn from the bee, 
Namely, guard our inward treasure and drive off the enemy ; 
Let us labor then while watching, so that we at last may fly 
On joyful wing, while singing, to bright mansions in the 



Seated under a large elm tree, 

I hear the binder ring, 

Within the golden wheat-field near, 

I see men harvesting; 

Whene'er the binder makes a round, 

Behind it always leaves 

A pile of ripe and golden grain 

Neatly bound up in sheaves. 

Charlie drives the binder around 
While Tom and Jacob walk 
Behind him and pick up the sheaves 
And build shock after shock, 
And little James from the old farm-house, 
Comes every now and then, 
Lugging a jug in which he brings 
Fresh water for the men. 

It is these little golden grains 
Within the golden head 
That we depend upon each day 
To furnish us with bread ; 


Then to our gracious Father we 
Should let our praises flow, 
For it is He alone who makes 
These little grains to grow. 


In Pontz there lived two happy twins, 

A little girl and boy, 

Good natured and agreeable, 

Who were their parents' joy ; 

They were just ten years old the day 

Of which I wish to .tell 

A little adventure of theirs, 

And mishap which befell 

The boy while on a visit to 

His grandma's farm which lay 

Beneath the Laurel Mountain range 

About five miles away. 

Well, I almost forgot to tell 

These little children's names ! 

The little girl's was Ella May, 

The little boy's was James ; 

It was their birth-day, I have said, 

The day was fair and bright, 

And mother had for Ella bought 

A neat new dress so white, 

And father had brought home for James, 

A handsome suit of blue, 

Black stockings and a pair of shoes 

And a new straw-hat too. 


That morning, dressed in their new clothes, 

They started on the way 

With light hearts to dear grandma's farm, 

To spend a pleasant day ; 

They saw grandma upon the porch, 

And soon she saw them too, 

Why bless your dear young hearts, said she, 

I'm so glad to see you ! 

'Twas very kind in you to come 

Out 'here to spend the day, 

Just make yourselves at home my dears, 

Run out and romp and play. 

The children were out gathering flowers 

From vines which grew nearby, 

When suddenly Ella espied 

A golden butterfly ; 

O James, see that nice butterfly 

On yonder flower, see ! 

O see how beautiful it is ! 

Please catch it James for me. 

O ! now it starts to fly away 

Down over that steep hill ; 

James could you not run after it 

And catch it for me still? 

Yes Ella, I am sure I can! 

Here, hold my coat for me, 

That I can catch a butterfly, 

You very soon will see, 

James quickly shed his coat and then 

Started upon a run 

After the golden butterfly, 

He thought it glorious fun. 


The children were out gathering flowers 
From vines which grew near by. 


Down, down the hill, across the field, 
O'er stones and sticks and logs, 
Passing by the marshy bog 
Where croaked the green bull-frogs ; 
Still onward flew the butterfly, 
But James pursued it still, 
Six times it led him up and down 
That rough and stony hill. 

At last it sat upon a plant, 

No doubt to rest a bit, 

Then James quickly brought down his hat 

And thus he captured it ; 

Triumphantly he bore it back 

To Ella, Here, said he, 

He gave me a hot chase but still 

Could not escape from me. 

But Ella threw up both 'her hands 

In horror and surprise, 

Like one who suddenly takes fright, 

And opened wide her eyes ; 

O James just look at your new clothes ! 

And see in your great haste 

In capturing the butterfly, 

You've ruined your white waist! 

O dear, there are three horrid rents 

In your new waist and you 

Besides those horrid rents have torn 

Two< buttons off it too! 

And you made all this sacrifice 

To catch the butterfly 

For me, I am so sorry James, 

And she began to cry. 


James took her by the hand and said, 
Don't cry dear sister, don't, 
Grandma will not find fault with us, 
I feel quite sure she won't 
And as for me I do not mind, 
My waist is torn 'tis true, 
But I feel paid because I caught 
The butterfly for you. 

James you are so good and kind, 

1 am so very glad, 

A better brother than you are, 

No sister ever had ; 

Come now let's go into the house 

And see what can be done 

To mend the rents which you have made 

While on your rapid run. 

Dear grandma could not help but smile 

When she beheld the plight 

In which Ella and James were plunged, 

James was a sorry sight ; 

Dear James, said she, you do indeed 

Remind me of your pap, 

When at your age he often had 

A similar mishap. 

No doubt each boy and girl who reads 

This tale would like to know 

What happened James when he reached home, 

For tearing his waist so ; 

His mother did not wallop him, 

Nor did she scold him, no, 

A wise and discreet mother does 

Not treat a kind boy so ! 


She simply said, I'm sorry James, 

You did not take more care, 

But I am glad you were so kind 

To Ella while out there ; 

And we think that his mother did 

W'hat was exactly right, 

For to please Ella at all times, 

Was always James' delight. 



Noble, good, respected Chief, 
Soldier, true and ever brave, 
With sad hearts we tenderly 
Lay thee in the silent grave ; 
Thy kind voice upon this earth 
We will never hear again, 
But thy noble name will live 
In the hearts of all true men. 

Life's fierce battle thou hast fought 
And the vict'ry nobly won ; 
Gallant soldier, rest thou now, 
Thy great work on earth is done ; 
Fiends may send their bullets forth 
Into such brave men as thee, 
But they never can erase 
Thy name from our memory. 



I am three score and ten years old, 

But still my mind is clear, 

But it appears that Saint Paul's Church 

No longer wants me here ; 

For thirty long years I have served 

As shepherd of this fold, 

But it is clear that I must be 

Now shelved because I'm old. 

When I first came to preach to them, 
They paid me the small sum, 
Three hundred dollars in one year, 
No other man would come ; 
I came because I pitied them, 
Not for silver nor gold, 
Now what do they when I am weak ? 
I'm shelved because I'm old. 

I found just forty members here 
When I first came among 
This flock, but still I labored on 
For years with hand and tongue ; 
The number steadily increased, 
Nine hundred now enrolled, 
But in return for What I've done, 
I'm shelved because I'm old. 

During the last two years my strength 
Has been on the decline, 
And yesterday they came to me 
And asked me to resign ; 


They have resolved to turn me out 
Into the world so cold, 
For they have no use for me now, 
I'm shelved because I"m old. 

I have resigned, my wife and I, 

To the Poor-house must go 

To spend the few remaining years 

Allotted us, O, oh! 

Who would have dreamed that hearts could be 

So cruel and so cold ? 

Alas ! 'tis true, they've turned me out, 

I'm shelved because I'm old. 

To the Poor-'house we both must go, 

Within its walls to die, 

And very soon our bodies too 

Will in unmarked graves lie ; 

But thank the Lord we soon will reach 

That City of pure gold, 

Where neither preachers nor their wives 

Are shelved because they're old. 


If every Preacher had a wife 

As good as mine, 
They'd find great pleasure in this life, 

They ne'er would whine 
Because 'twould be impossible, 
They'd 'have no tales of woe to tell 
If all their wives behaved as well 

As that of mine. 


If every Preacher's wife could fry 

Beefsteak as well 
As my wife fries my steak, then I 

Am here to tell 
That no Preacher would ever fret 
About the girl he didn't get, 
He'd have no cause e'er to regret 

Or woes to tell. 

If every Preacher's wife could bake 

Biscuits as good 
As those my young wife can make, 

I'm sure there would 
Be no chance for a man to whine 
Whene'er the time comes for to dine, 
I tell you her biscuits are fine, 

Ah, they are good ! 

If every Preacher's wife could bake 

Fruit cake as good 
As the fruit cakes my wife can make, 

There'd be rich food 
On every Preacher's dinner table 
And they would every one be able 
To dine like kings in Aesops fable, 

Yes sir, they would ! 

If every Preacher's wife could mend 

And patch and sew 
Like my wife can, there'd be no end 

Of a bare elbow 
From the Preacher's shirt extending out, 
Making him frown and fret and pout, 
You'll find no such a thing about 

Our house, O no ! 


If every Preacher's wife could smile 

As sweet as mine, 
They'd be so happy all the while 

That they would shine 
Before the world as a bright light 
Each day from morning until night, 
And everything would go just right, 

Ah, 'twould be fine ! 


An humble cottage by the way, 
A lawn strewn with sweet scented hay, 
A handsome girl, with hazel eyes, 
From morn till noon sits heaving sighs 
And wishes that she some day too 
Might have things like the rich folks do, 
And that she might ne'er see again 
That low, mean cottage in the glen. 

Within a city, large and fine, 
A rich man's wife sits down to dine 
With stylish folks, on cakes and pies, 
Who all day long is heaving sighs ; 
Could I but roll once more upon 
The sweet new hay upon the lawn, 
And see the cottage in the glen, 
I could be happy once again. 


The clock strikes twelve, the old year's gone 
And it will ne'er again return, 
The town-clock tolls the mournful tale 
And we are filled with deep concern. 


It matters not if it has gone 
We know it came with that intent, 
It is not that Which 'brings concern, 
But, "How have we the old year spent?" 

Not only has the old year gone, 
But many an opportunity 
Has passed and never been embraced, 
But has been lost to you and me. 

The old year's gone, bright hopes have sped, 
But 'twill not do to sit and fret, 
Take courage and begin again 
And you will win the battle yet. 

Stand in the strength of Him who died 
For just such poor weak men as we; 
Put on the armor of the Lord 
And fight and win the victory. 

Jan. I, 1902. 


Jake Stouffer lived on Chestnut Ridge 
Where land is not just of the best, 
Where soil is never found as thick 
As on the farms away out west ; 
About six months would count the time 
Which Jake had spent in school when young, 
So one could not expect that he 
Would be an expert with his tongue. 

He was a very bashful boy 
And after he 'had grown to be' 
A tall young man of twenty years, 
He still possessed timidity ; 


One often wonders how a man 
So timid could e'er win a wife, 
I now will tell how bashful Jake 
Took that important step in life. 

About a mile from where Jake lived, 
Within a forest of pine wood, 
Beside 'a 'sparkling mountain stream, 
A little old log school house stood ; 
Professor NefT on Friday nights, 
In this small house for many a year, 
Held singing school and boys and girls 
Came Friday nights from far and near. 

Jake Stouffer came, of course, although 
He was too timid to take part, 
But still he loved to hear the rest, 
It made him feel so light at heart ; 
Amanda Mench, a handsome girl 
Who lived about a half a mile 
From Jacob's home, attended too, 
Jake sat and watched her all the while. 

Upon a certain Friday night 
When Jake as usual came and sat 
And watched Amanda while she sang, 
His heart within went, 'Tit a pat !" 
Amanda caught his eye and smiled 
And Jake said to himself O, oh ! 
How grand 'twould be to have it said, 
Jake Stouffer was Amanda's beau ! 

He sighed again, If only I 
Could muster up courage to night 
To ask to see her home, I b'lieve 
She'd lem me go along all right ; 


Then with determination he 
Said to himself again, I will, 
And I'll surprise some of the boys 
Who live upon old Chestnut Hill. 

As soon as the last piece was sung 
Jake quickly rose and seized his hat, 
His nerves all seemed to be unstrung, 
His heart kept saying, 'Tit a pat!" 
He walked to where Amanda stood, 
He felt as if he'd surely drop, 
But managed to find words to say, 
Amanda, Man-da, w-w-wait, say, stop ! 

Now the fact of the mater was 
Miss Amanda was smitten too 
And when she saw Jake hesitate, 
Determined that she'd help him through ; 
So, smiling, she turned to Jake and said, 
Well Jake, what would you have me do? 
Why-why, Amanda, say, why-why 
May I go home tonight with you ? 

And when Amanda said, Why, yes, 

And seized his arm, the sudden thrill 

Of joy which ran through Jake's whole frame 

Seemed to shake up whole Chestnut Hill ; 

During the whole Walk home that night, 

Jake ne'er once spake a word, but she, 

Like the mocking-bird in early spring, 

The whole way home kept chatting quite free. 

Next morning every gadabout 
Was out of bed before daylight 
And circulating the report, 
Jake took Amanda home last night ! 


Old Aunty Brown laughed heartily 
When told the news by Uncle Jim, 
Said she, I thought that Jake would faint 
If a girl would ever walk with him. 

Jake StoufTer's courtship thus began, 
It was his first and only one, 
Three years passed by and then he thought 
'Twas time his wooing days were done ; 
Amanda thought so too and sighed, 
Poor bashful Jake, he comes and goes ! 
'Tis three years now he's courted me, 
I wonder if he'll ne'er propose? 

'Twas now the third day of July, 
The Fourth would be a holiday, 
Jake and some neighbors were at work 
Down in the meadow making hay ; 
All day the men kept taunting him, 
Why don't you pop the question Jake? 
Say Jake, can't I be groomsman, eh, 
And help to eat the wedding cake ? 

But Jake with patience bore it all, 
Thought he, tomorrow she'll decide, 
I'll take her to the picnic and 
Will there ask her to be my bride ; 
I do- not b'lieve she will refuse, 
O if she would, what would I do? 
But I believe she'll answer, yes, 
For she's a lady good and true. 

Next day, Jake with Amanda went 
To Pine Grove, seven miles away, 
The sun shone bright upon the crowd, 
It was indeed a pleasant day ; 


When noon arrived they sauntered off 
To find a quiet, safe retreat, 
They found one neath a large pine tree 
And there sat down, their lunch to eat. 

While they were eating Jake began, 
Manda ! then suddenly great fear 
Seized him, his heart thumps seemed so loud 
He thought she certainly must hear ; 
Amanda smiled, and then replied, 
What is it Jake, why don't you speak? 
But Jake sat speechless, now quite pale, 
Like one from fever grown quite weak. 

Amanda knew the truth quite well, 
But feigned surprised to be, 
Why Jake, said she, you must be ill ! 
You're pale, why don't you speak to me ? 

Manda, Manda, I-I-I, 

You're sick, said she, what can I do? 

No, no not sick, said he, I-I 

Have got some chewing gun for you ! 

She looked chagrined, Now Jake, I b'lieve 
That you had something else to say, 

1 do not b'lieve that chewing gum 
Would cause you turn pale that way ; 
Y-yes, said Jake, 'tis true, I-I 

Had something else to say all right, 

I wanted to ask you to be 

My wi-wi-, I'll tell you what tonight. 

That afternoon they strolled about 
Upon the shore of a small lake, 
Thus passed the fourth day of July, 
A memorable one for Jake ; 

That afternoon they strolled about 
Upon the shore of a small lake. 


When ev-ning came it found them both 
Seated again inside the house 
Where Manda lived and for an hour 
Jake sat as quiet as a mouse. 

At last he rose and seized his hat 
And said, I guess Manda I'll go, 
Amanda looked surprised and said, 
Why Jake, you promised me, you know, 
You'd tel'l me something else tonight, 
What is it? Jake sat down again, 
Yes Manda, I will tell you all, 
I wanted to ask you when-when-when ? 

When what, dear Jake? said she again, 
Speak Jake and and I will promise you, 
Upon my honor here tonight, 
Whate'er you ask me I will do ; 
Yes Manda, I-I know you will, 
You'll do whate'er I ask, I know, 
Will you be my wi-wi- ? 'tis late, 
I think that I had better go. 

Not till you've told me all dear Jake, 

Come, tell me now, you need not fear, 

You should not be afraid to tell 

Me what you want when no one's near ! 

O Manda, Manda, I want you, 

O Manda, I want you to be, 

O Manda, I would like if you ! 

Would you, would, say, would you have me? 

Why yes, said she, indeed I will, 
And gladly will I be your wife ! 
'Twill be indeed a pleasant thing 
To be your help-meet all through life ; 


Then suddenly Jake felt something 
Around his neck, he cried O, oh ! 
Then you'll be mine Amanda dear, 
Now then 111 take my hat and go ! 

And now my friends I'll say farewell, 

This little tale to you I've told 

And you no doubt have learned this fact, 

A man need not be very bold 

In winning a fair lady's love, 

If he just minds what he's about 

And does his best he'll always find 

His lady friend will help him out. 


With five loaves and two small fishes, 
At the closing of the day, 
Jesus fed about five thousand 
And then sent them all away ; 
Then went up into the mountain, 
For the twelve to sea had gone, 
While they rowed upon the waters 
Jesus prayed to God alone. 

On the sea, the rag'ing billows 
Tossed the little boat about 
For the fierce wind was contrary, 
For it drove it from its route ; 
While the twelve disciples wrestled 
With the fierce, contrary wind, 
They beheld a form approaching 
And fear seized each troubled mind. 


Being somewhat superstitious, 
They began to cry for fear 
For they thought it was a spirit 
On the waters drawing near ; 
But 'twas only for a moment, 
Their grave fears were soon allayed, 
For they heard their Master saying, 
"It is I ; be not afraid." 

When upon life's stormy ocean, 
We see waves of sin roll high 
And when filled with superstition, 
We behold an object nigh, 
We should not cry out in terror, 
Neither should we be dismayed 
For the Savior still is calling, 
"It is I ; be not afraid." 


A preacher indeed has an easy time, 
Each hour to him is rest sublime. 

He has no trouble to pay his debts 

With the monstrous pay he each month gets. 

His salary is always paid first-rate, 
For it he is never obliged to wait. 

He works one day in seven you see 
And during the other six 'he's free. 

His sermons the people well receive, 
Not one e'er says, "I don't believe." 


No rubs nor snubs at all gets he 
Whenever he meets his consistory. 

He never is by any members abused, 

Of preaching false doctrine he's never accused. 

His members the church laws all observe, 
Not one of them from their precepts swerve. 

See then how little he has to do, 

Don't you wish that you were a Preacher too? 

If you want to be certain of what you hear, 
Just take my place for about one year. 


Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus 

Are the first books the Bible gives us, 

Numbers, then Deuteronomy, 

Joshua and Judges are next you see, 

The next the book of Ruth we quote 

And Samuel One and Two we note ; 

First and Second Kings we view, 

Next comes Chronicles One and Two, 

Ezra and Nehemiah, then 

Esther, Job and Psalms we pen, 

Proverbs, Ecclesiastes and 

The Song of Songs in order stand ; 

Isaiah and Jeremiah we spell, 

Lamentations and Ezekiel, 

Daniel, Hosea, Joel, Amos 

And Obadiah we come across ; 

To Jonah and Micah next we come 

And next the short book called Nahum ; 


Habakkuk and then Zephaniah, 
Then Haggai and Zechariah, 
And now the last of all we spy 
The book of the prophet Malachi. 


Matthew, Mark, Luke and John 
Tell the story of God's own Son ; 
Acts the deeds of brave men tell, 
How they labored long and well ; 
Romans next comes to our view, 
Then Corinthians One and Two, 
Galatians, with whom Paul was vexed, 
Philippians and Colossians next; 
Thessalonians, One and Two, 
We in order name for you, 
First and Second Timothy, 
Titus, Philemon we see, 
Hebrews and James come to view, 
Then comes Peter, One and Two, 
Now in turn we gaze upon 
The First, the Second, and Third John, 
And next we see Jude fall in line, 
Then Revelation of John divine. 


I love to rise upon the morn 
Of a bright summer's day 
And gaze upon the standing corn 
And scent the new mown hay. 


I love to watch the old grist mill 
Grind flour day by day, 
And just beyond upon the hill, 
The lambs that frisk and play. 

It is indeed great joy to me 
To take my rod and hook 
And fish beneath the wil'low tree 
For suckers in the brook. 

But that which I the most enjoy, 
Is on the Sabbath-Day, 
To see each little girl and boy 
In church to work and pray. 



The school-house was a small one, 
'Twas built of white oak logs, 
It stood close by a forest 
And by some marshy bogs. 

James Conner was the teacher, 
A youth >of just eighteen, 
As proud and stiff a mortal 
As anywhere was seen. 

He was very short of stature 
And very fair and free, 
Some boys fifteen or younger 
Were much taller than he. 

He was a splendid teacher 
But one great fault had he, 
He whipped some almost daily 
And others let go free. 



In school there were twin sisters, 
They were aged just fifteen, 
Two sweeter girls than they were 
Are very seldom seen. 

Their father was a merchant 
And both of them dressed well, 
It is about these sisters, 
I have a tale to tell. 

Their riches did not make them 
The least bit vain or proud, 
They came to that old school^house 
And mingled with the crowd. 

Some of the girls were noisy 
And often pushed each other 
While classes were reciting, 
And grave the teacher bother. 


One day he said, Now ladies, 
The next one that I see 
Engaged in pushing, I'll bring out 
And thrash tremendously. 

In less than half an hour 
He heard behind his back, 
A hubbub and some laughing 
And something go, Whack-whack! 

He turned and saw those sisters 
Doing the pushing act, 
Now girls, said he, come forward, 
I've caught you for a fact. 

Both of the girls obeyed him 
And came to where he stood, 
While he from out his desk drew 
A slender rod of wood. 


He seized the hand of Mary, 
You've broken my last rule 
And I'm obliged to whip you, 
The Oldest girls in school. 

Thus spake he and proceeded 
To lay his strokes upon 
The tender back of Mary, 
I counted twenty-one. 

1 She bore it very meekly, 
She did not scream nor cry 
And neither did I notice 
A tear drop in her eye. 

But 'twas not so with Lily, 

She screamed most piteously, 

While tears from both her brig-ht blue eyes, 

Flowed rapidly and free. 

The whole school then was silent, 
Those girls were loved by all, 
Not one of us applauded 
Or jesting words let fall. 

How did you like your whipping'!*? 
I asked the twins that night ; 
And they both smiled and answered, 
It served us both just right. 

Said I, I s'pose your father 
Will, when he meets that man, 
Lay hold of him and shake him 
And give his hide some tan? 

Not much ! they answered quickly, 
If we to him complain, 
He'll go and cut a birch-rod 
And whip us both again. 


Those twins are now both married 
And teachers do not bother, 
The one married James Conner 
And I married the other. 

Whether Jims wife e'er gave him 
A whipping in return 
For whipping her, I've never 
Been able yet to learn. 


Five little brothers 
Played on the lawn, 
Rudolph and Jacob, 
George, James and John ; 
Seated beneath a 
Large chestnut tree, 
Each one in turn told 
What he would be. 

Said little Rudolph, 
I'm going to be 
A great big sailor 
And cross the sea, 
And then whenever 
My voyage ends, 
I'll bring nice relics 
Home to my friends. 

Said little Jacob, 
When I grow big 
I'll be a doctor, 
Own a fine rig, 


Live in a mansion, 
Have things just fine, 
Oranges, bananas 
Whene'er I dine. 

Said little Georgie, 
When I grow large, 
I'll foe a soldier 
And make a charge 
On all the traitors 
And make them fall, 
I'll rid the country 
Soon of them all. 

Said little Johnnie, 
When I grow tall, 
I'll be a preacher 
And get a call 
To go to China 
Where I will teach 
The helpless heathen 
And to them preach. 

And now, said Jamie, 
Listen to me 
While I now tell you 
What I will be ; 
'Tis right and proper 
For teach to plan, 
When I grow big sir, 
I'll be a man. 



Over the tub, the old wash-tub, 
My wife now bends and rub-rub-rub 
Her fingers over the wash-board go, 
She does not relish her work I know, 
For many a time do I hear her say 
With a sigh, "I must wash again today," 
And when ev'ning comes I observe that she 
Is about as tired as she can be. 

Some makers of soap will often say 
That women no longer dread wash-day 
Whenever they use the soap they make, 
Their advertisements are all a fake, 
For use whatever soap you will, 
You'll find that ev'ry wash-day still 
Will make a man's young wife feel blue, 
Not only her but her husband too. 

For he must carry the water in 

To fill the boiler made of tin 

And empty the dirty water too 

Which often splashes in his shoe 

And on his socks so very thin 

And often wets him to the skin ; 

Soap makers may strange things declare, 

But I don't like wash day, so there ! 


COLUMBIA {Acrostic.) 

Columbia, land of liberty, 

Our voices sing the melody, 

Land of the free, home of the brave, 

Untarnished let thy banner wave; 

May we to it be ever true, 

Bright emblem, the Red, White and Blue, 

In war, in peace, we'll sing of thee, 

America and liberty. 

Columbia, where no tyrants rule, 

Our home, our church and public school 

Live and our children come and go 

Unmolested by any foe ; 

Men of prominence oft have been 

Boys whose mothers used to spin 

In humble, lowly cabins where 

All was poverty, work and care. 

Columbia, we with gladness sing, 
O'er thy hills our voices ring ; 
Lo from the many glad hearts rise 
Up to our God above the skies, 
Music and sweetest minstrelsy, 
Bless O our God our land so free, 
Instill in ev'ry heart love for 
America forevermore. 



It came to pass when Joshua 

Was by the walls of Jericho, 

A city strong and fortified, 

He lifted up his eyes and lo 

With drawn sword in his hand there stood 

A mighty man in his pathway, 

And Joshua went unto him 

And thus he spoke, "Tell me, I pray, 

Art thou for us or for our foe ? 

Tell me, wilt thou, with thy sword drawn, 

Withstand the chosen band of God, 

Or dost thou come to urge us on ?" 

The holy messenger replied 

To that demand of Joshua, 

"O chosen leader of God's band, 

To thy demand I answer nay, 

But as the captain of the host 

Of God, our Lord am I now come, 

To vanish ev'ry foe and give 

To Israel, God's son a home!" 

Then Joshua fell on his face 
And prostrate on the ground he lay, 
And worshipped and in faith replied, 
"What saith my Lord to me today ?" 
The Captain of God's host replied, 
"Put off thy shoe at once for lo 
Where thou standest is holy ground." 
And Joshua at once did so. 


God's chosen band is marching still, 
Still inarching to the Promised land, 
The Captain of the host of God 
Still stands with drawn sword in his hand ; 
And if we bow and worship him 
And like his former servant say, 
With faith unfeigned and contrite heart, 
''What saith my Lord to me today?" 
The walls of sin which Satan builds, 
Though they be high and all around, 
Will, when we shout our Captain's name, 
All crumble and fall to the ground. 


There was a boy upon a farm 
Who held the plow with mighty arm, 
Who shook the apples from the trees, 
Who wore large patches on his knees. 

He chopped the wood and made saw-logs, 
He milked the cows and fed the hogs, 
And on a frosty autumn morn 
He husked the yellow Indian corn. 

While working in the old barn-yard, 
That 'boy would also study hard ; 
While he a scanty living earned, 
He also many lessons learned. 

While at his work he oft would take 
His book and an oration make ; 
The pigs, and Chickens on the fence, 
Composed his only audience. 


That same boy afterwards became 
A man of power and of fame, 
A mighty statesman too was he, 
Opposed to human slavery. 

Who was that boy, you ask who came 
To be a man of mighty fame? 
The same as you see ev'ry day 
Beneath your feet, his name was Clay. 
(But not common mud.) 


She sat upon her rocking-chair 

And breathed the sweet, fresh summer air. 

The sun was setting in the west, 
The cows were lying down to rest. 

The full-moon rose and viewed the scene, 
'Twas calm and perfectly serene. 

Her dark eyes flashed, her face looked blank, 
Said she, He's nothing but a crank! 

I did not think that night when he 
Asked if he mig^ht go home with me, 

That he would go next day and buy 
Me presents at a price so high ! 

I would not be surprised if he 
Would ask me next his wife to be ! 

But if he does, 'twill soon be seen 
That I'm not quite that soft and green ! 


That night he did propose that they 
To Cumberland should steal away. 

But she replied to his appeal, 
Ah George, I feel, I feel, I feel ! 

You feel as if you loved me Ruth, 
Come tell me, have I guessed the truth? 

No George, 'tis like a vegetable, 
To tell the name I am not able ! 

Potato, cabbage, onion, beet, 

Is it something very good to eat? 

Yes, 'tis 'one that grows very fast, 
Ah, I have thought of it at last ! 

You will not take offence I hope, 
I feel just like a cantelope. 


In whatever place you toil, 

Firmly stand ; 
If you til the fertile soil, 

Firmly stand ; 
If you work with all your might 
From sunrise until sunset, 
Every moment, for the right, 
Let your heart be firmly set, 

Firmly stand. 

If our laws you help to make, 

Firmly stand ; 
Tread with care, make no mistake, 

Firmly stand ; 


On your honor ever stand, 
Ever to your land be true, 
With true heart and honest hand, 
In life's journey, through and through, 
Firmly stand. 

For your God who gave you breath, 

Firmly stand ; 
Till you close your eyes in death, 

Firmly stand ; 
Ne'er before a tyrant quail, 
Ne'er to evil men give way, 
Stand by truth, you cannot fail, 
For the rig i ht, day after day, 

Firmly stand ; 


Hold fast to your own, be true, 

Fellow citizens will you 

Forsake the old Red, White and Blue, 

The flag of the free 
Which our forefathers of yore 
Bravely through each battle bore, 
Will you stand by it no more, 

Will you from it flee? 

See the thousands coming o'er 
To our fair Columbia's shore, 
See them coming, more and more, 

Thousands ev'ry year; 
See, there comes a lawless band 
From Italia's sunny land, 
Look, they all around you stand! 

See, have you no fear? 


Do you not remember who 

Of the patriots in blue, 

Though now dead, still speaks to you, 

Citizens beware 
Of the foreigners who come 
To your sacred blood-bought home, 
Of the lawless bands who roam 

Here and ev'rywhere? 

Citizens have you forgot 

Brave George Washington who brought 

Through the fight, without a blot, 

That old glorious flag? 
Have you really all gone blind, 
Will your patriotic mind 
From it turn and you behind, 

Like a coward lag? 

No, no, a thousand times no! 
Rouse yourselves and let us go 
Forth and pay the debt we owe 

To George Washington ; 
Fight the fight, not with the sword, 
By our votes, with one accord, 
Never rest till our watchword 

Be, Vict'ry is won ! 


Dedicated to President Roosevelt, a True American, 

The plague, the plague, halloo, hey, hey! 
Just see 'tis coming right this way 
Across the Atlantic Ocean route 
And we've no fence to keep it out! 

That plague is foreign immigration 
From ev'ry European nation, 


They're coming, thickly, more and more, 
Each year to fair Columbia's shore. 

Hey, brother citizens, arise 
And open up your sleepy eyes ; 
Come on and let us build a fence 
And let it be a sure defence ! 

Let the ballots of one and all 
Be used to build a monstrous wall, 
Let that wall be a stringent law 
Without the least defect or flaw ! 

Let that wall be so high and strong 
That it may turn that endless throng 
Of lawless criminals away 
From our fair shores now and alway. 

Then let our nation live in peace, 
Then let our loyalty increase, 
Then let Old Glory freely wave 
Over a nation true and brave. 


There was a time, when I was young, 

When boys dressed very plain ; 

The suits that most boys wore were made 

Of old Kentucky jean ; 

We didn't wear short breeches then, 

A boy's first pants were long, 

Our mothers spun all their own thread 

And sewed them good and strong; 

Of course our pants sometimes would tear 

But they would never rip ; 


They'd stand the test, no matter how 

The boys might run and skip ; 

Then men worked fourteen hours a day, 

Wages low and prices high, 

We had hard times to make ends meet, 

But that day 'has gone by. 

Then young gals didn't dress in silk, 

Their dresses were home-spun, 

They didn't have a ward-robe full, 

Most of them had but one ; 

But we young fellers loved our gals 

And thought they looked more sweet 

In their coarse shoes than the young gals 

Now look with deformed feet ; 

Then boys and gals were often seen, 

Upon a bright May morn, 

Together with their pails and hoes, 

A plantin' beans and corn ; 

And then we'd go out harvestin', 

Some got drunk on old rye, 

And once or so I got drunk too, 

But them days have gone by. 

When cider makin' time come round, 

Some jolly times we had 

At apple snitzins, every ni^ht, 

And one time Ma's old dad 

Got mad when I upsot the tub 

Of peelin's on the floor, 

He raised his foot and next I found 

Myself outside the door ; 

Take that, said he, young impudence, 

I'll show you what to do, 

Play any more tricks and I'll soon 

Larn you a trick or two. 

One night we had a snitzen at 


Old Billy Simpson's farm; 

Two young school-masters happened there 

And one old maid school-marm ; 

I am ashamed to tell it, but 

The crowd throw'd them all three 

On the floor and turned the tub of 

Peelin's on them, he, he-e-e-e ! 

I never will forget that night 

Until the day I die, 

Full sixty years have passed since then, 

Them days have long gone by. 

'Twas little schoolin' we got then, 

We larned to read and spell, 

Sometimes we'd find a boy or gal 

Who could cipher pretty well ; 

The teacher on the first day read 

His rules to the whole school, 

Sometimes, before he'd finish them, 

Some boy would act a fool, 

Then down on him the teacher'd come 

And lay him o'er his knee 

And with his stout old hick'ry rod 

Would whale him awfully ; 

Of course, the big boys, they'd show fight 

And many clever tricks 

They'd play and many times they took 

And whittled at his sticks 

So that they'd break at the first stroke 

And then they'd jeer and guy ; 

That's how we spent our time in school, 

But them days have gone by. 

I wish sometimes them good old times 
Would come back once again ; 
Of course I know you folks have now 
More 'dvantages than then, 


And often while I ponder much 
O'er days of yore, I sigh, 
Perhaps 'tis better after all 
That them days have gone 'by. 


One cold day, 'twas in December, 
We went forth to make a call 
On our friend Tobias Wilson 
And arrived just at nightfall. 

We received a hearty welcome, 
As our home was far away 
And the night was dark and stormy, 
We remained till the next day. 

An event took place next morning 
Which I never will forget ; 
I cannot refrain from laughing 
When I think of it e'en yet. 

We were seated in the kitchen 
Just about the break of day, 
On the gridiron before us, 
Buckwheat cakes in order lay. 

When the cakes had finished baking, 
Sally placed them on a plate, 
Then took up the crock of batter, 
Then, O then, O sad her fate ! 

How it happened I'll ne'er tell you, 
But about as quick as flash, ■ 
To the floor the crock descended 
With an awful thump and splash. 


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To the floor the crock descended 
With an awful thump and splash. 


Yes, of course the crock turned over 
And I saw the batter flow 
Over Sally's gingham apron, 
While he poor girl cried O-oh ! 

Then her mother fussed and scolded 
And her father helped along, 
Saying that s'he was so careless, 
That it was the same old song. 

Why, said he, it is the third time 
That she's let the batter fall, 
Once it splashed clean to the ceiling, 
See, there's some yet on the wall ! 

While the parents stood there grumbling 

I sat there in agx>ny, 

Trying to suppress my laughter 

At poor Sally's misery. 

I could not be blamed for laughing, 
You'd have done the same I know 
If you'd seen that buckwheat batter 
Over Sally's apron flow. 

If you'd seen her standing holding 
Up her apron which was filled 
Full of slimy buckwheat batter, 
Which she from the crock had spilled. 

And besides her brother Albert, 
Sitting by; whose age was eight, 
When the accident first happened, 
Was a victim too of fate. 

His felt boots which he was proud of, 
Both received a monstrous splatter 
When the crock descended near him 
With that awful buckwheat batter. 


With a bound and yell he darted 
Quickly through the open door, 
While my wife, whose eyes were twinkling, 
Viewed the batter on the floor. 

I at one time knew some people, 
When I lived near the Great Lakes, 
Who'd have gathered up the batter 
And still baked it into cakes. 

But of course we did not use it, 
We had all been better bred ; 
We just scooped it up and fed it 
To the dogs and cats instead. 

After time had cooled the ire 
Of the parents, one and all 
Joined in laughter, loud and hearty 
O'er the buckwheat batter fall. 

It was trifling, it was nothing 
When compared with Adam's fall ; 
We were somewhat short of buckwheat 
Cakes for breakfast, that was all. 


In remembrance of Michael Schlatter, founder of the Re- 
formed Church in the United States. 

I know a man whose name I like, 
Some call him Schlatter but I call him Mike ; 
Said Mike to himself, A preacher I'll be, 
I'll not stay at home but cross the broad sea ; 
So true to his word he came to a ship 
And stepping on board began his long trip, 
A short time afterward in America, 
He founded a church in the state of P. -A. 


Of all the dhurches many thought Mike's the best — 

And soon a cry came to him from the West, 

Come over and preach the Word to us too, 

For none can expound the Gospel like you. 

Said he, I can't go, but I'll do what I can, 

I'll send you an honest and earnest young man, 

And having found one he put him to test, 

Gave him instruction and sent him out west ; 

Many years have sped and Schlatter has gone 

To find his reward, but his work goes on, 

For many young men who love his church best, 

Go forth ev'ry year to preach in the west. 


Fly away, fly away, trouble, 
Come to my house no more, 
Quickly depart from my presence, 
Ne'er again darken my door. 

You have been bringing disorder, 
You have been causing me pain, 
Hasten and take your departure, 
Ne'er let me see you again. 


Welcome, thrice welcome, O sunshine, 
Come in my house and abide, 
There is good cheer in my household 
When thy bright beams fall inside. 


Haste and come in my house quickly, 
Do not a moment delay, 
Come in the morning quite early 
And abide with us alwav. 


When the rebels turned their guns 

On Sumpter and the Civil War 

Began in earnest there arose 

Out of the West a brilliant Star 

Who shed his beams from East to West, 

From North to South and forward moved, 

Nor did he stop until he had 

Rescued the nation which he loved. 

Small asteroids stood in his way, 
Determined his progress to bar, 
He smote them furiously and thus 
For four years they with him did war ; 
It mattered not which way they turned, 
That mighty Star appeared so high, 
At last they fully realized 
Their cause was hopeless and must die. 

Prostrate before him they all fell 
And said, What terms, O mighty Star 
Will you grant us if we agree 
To close this cruel, Civil War? 
We realize our cause is lost 
And that our bitter race is run, 
So let our nation, rent in twain, 
Unite and be forever one. 


The Stars and Bars we will pull down, 
The Stars and Stripes alone shall wave 
Over the Blue, over the Gray, 
Over one nation true and brave ; 
Receive thy brothers, who rebelled, 
Into thy favor once again, 
Into the Union let us come 
And we will faithfully remain. 

Then and there was it revealed 
The noble nature of that Star, 
He had a true forgiving heart, 
Though merciless when waging war ; 
So, generously, he replied, 
Fear not, my brothers, you shall live, 
Depart in peace ,each to his home, 
Your brother will your sins forgive ! 

O noble 'heart, blest be thy name, 
Peace to thy ashes in the tomb ! 
Ages shall pass, thy honored name 
In loyal hearts will e'er find room, 
And ever as the years roll by, 
The Stars and Stripes shadl softly wave, 
Proud emblem of that nation which 
Thou didst from death and ruin save. 

What ! what is that I hear you ask, 
Who was the noble brilliant Star? 
What ! art thou mad, 'have you not read 
The his'try of the Civil War ? 
Then I will tell you who it was 
Who fought and nobly won the day ; 
The name of that bright Star is this, 
Ulysses Simpson Grant, hurra! 



Come thou Lord Jesus, bless 
Our meeting 'here, 

Thou searcher of all hearts, 
To us draw near, 

Guide us we humbly pray, 

Shield us throughout this day 
From dread and fear. 

Lord we believe thy word, 
Thy word we love, 

To thee our prayers ascend, 
To thee above ; 

O may we earnest be 

When we petition thee, 
The God of love. 

May we forever sing- 
Praises to thee, 

Help us to humbly bow 
At thy decree ; 

When we thy will have done, 

When we the race have run, 
Take us to thee. 



L. M. 

Jesus my ever faithful guide, 
Who 'dost with all thy saints abide, 
With joy it fills this heart of mine 
To know that I'm forever thine. 

Though Satan oft may vex my soul, 
He still can never gain control 
While thou my faithful guide art night 
To hear the sinner's mournful cry. 

Though I he tempted day by day, 
I never shall be led astray 
While thou remainest by my side, 
My counsellor and faithful guide. 

And when I stand upon the brink 
Of Jordan's stream I shall not shrink, 
For thou my ever faithful guide 
Wilt bear me safely o'er the tide. 


C. M. D. 

I heard a voice from heaven say, 

Fear not ye sons of men, 

For I am He who once was dead, 

But now I live again ; 

I am alive forevermore 

And have the keys of death, 

I rose in triumph from the grave, 

I breathe the living breath. 


I heard a voice from heaven say, 
Blessed are they who read 
The precious truths of Jesus Christ 
And to his words give heed, 
Who hear the words of prophecy, 
Who strive to keep his word, 
They shall inherit endless rest 
And dwell with Christ their Lord. 

I heard a voice from heaven say, 

Write, blessed are the dead, 

The dead which die in Christ our Lord, 

In Christ the living- Head ; 

From henceforth doth the Spirit say 

From labor they do rest, 

For all their works do follow them 

And they in Christ are blest. 

I heard a voice from heaven say, 

There shall be curse no more, 

The Lamb of God shall be therein, 

Whom all the saints adore, 

They shall his glorious face behold 

And hear him say again, 

The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ 

Be with the saints. Amen. 1896. 

C. M. Rev. 7:9-10. 

Before the throne of God, 

A multitude now stands, 

Their bodies are all clothed in white 

And palms are in their hands. 


From ev'ry nation they are come 
To meet the Prince of light, 
Whose blood, once slied on Calvary, 
Has washed their garments white. 


Washed from all sin, before his throne, 
Together they rejoice, 
They bow before the Lamb of God 
And cry with a loud voice, 

Salvation to our God of love 

Who sits exalted high, 

And to the Lamb for sinners slain, 

Salvation be the cry. 1899. 

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Lord I bow in meek submission, 
Humbly at thy cross I kneel, 
Wretched is my heart's condition, 
Son of God my sorrows heal ; 

O forgive me, 
Cleanse my heart from sin O Lord. 

Though I worship thee in spirit, 
In the flesh I'm weak O Lord, 
O may I that peace inherit, 
Promised in thy precious word ; 

O forgive me, 
Cleanse my 'heart from sin O Lord. 

Through life's journey be thou near me, 
Guide me in the narrow way, 
Keep me ever true and faithful, 
Let me never go astray ; 

O forgive me, 
Cleanse my heart from sin O Lord. 1899. 


L. M. John 14 Chapter. 

Let not your 'heart be troubled, ye 
Believe in God, believe in me, 
Thus spake the Lord, the Prince of light, 
To those he loved, on that sad night. 

Within my Father's house to night 
Are many mansions rich and bright, 
I go away, from death set free, 
There to prepare a place for thee. 

Give us dear Lord the faith to say, 

"Thou art the Truth, thou art the Way," 

And in thy Father's house prepare 

For us a mansion bright and fair. 1898. 

L. M. John 17 chapter. 

Father glorify thou me 

With glory which I had with thee 
Before the world was formed or ere 

1 came to earth man's sins to bear. 

To men whom thou didst give to me, 

Out of the world, from sin set free, 

Did I make manifest thy name 

That they might know and love the same. 

I leave the world and come to, thee, 

O Holy Father keep them free 

From sin and may they all be one 

Until their work on earth is done. 1898. 



"Blessed are the pure in heart," 
Cleansed from every stain of sin, 
Who from grace do not depart, 
Crowns of glory they shall win ; 
They shall see the Father's face 
They shall dwell with him above 
And receive the crown of life 
Through the Father's 'boundless love. 

"Blessed are the merciful," 
Mercy they shall all obtain, 
And in the glory with the Lord ; 
Through eternity shall reign ; 
In that great and awful day, 
Pure and undefiled they'll stand, 
Free from toil and earthly care, 
At the Son of man's right hand. 

"Blessed are the peacemakers," 

Who the Savior's path have trod, 

Blessings shall be theirs, "For they 

Shall be called the sons of God ;" 

They shall dwell in joy and peace 

In the Father's house on high, 

They shall with the Angel hosts, 

Praise the blessed Trinity. 1899. 


(Tune, Old Black Joe.) Matt. 11:28-30. 

Come unto me, ye who are faint and weak, 
Come unto me, ye who salvation seek, 
Come unto me, poor, wretched and distressed, 
Come unto me all ye that labor, I'll give you rest. 


Come sinner .come sinner, poor wretched and distressed, 
Come unto me all ye that labor, I'll give you rest. 

Why will you wait, bound down with dread and fear, 
Why will you toil, when rest awaits you here? 
Come unto me, all ye by sin oppressed, 
Come unto me all ye that labor, I'll give you rest. 


Take thou my yoke, be free from toil and care, 
'Twill give you joy, 'tis one whom all can bear, 
Come unto me and be forever blest, 
Come unto me all ye that labor, I'll give you rest. 

( Chorus. ) 

Take up thy cross and tread the narrow way, 
'Twill guide thee on unto eternal day, 
Where thou shalt dwell in mansions of the blest, 
Come unto me all ye that labor, I'll give you rest. 




L. M. 

O blessed Spirit, heavenly dove, 
Who didst descend from heaven above 
Upon those chosen by our Lord, 
Assembled then with one accord. 

Descend to day into my heart, 
Bid ev'ry taint of sin depart, 
O guide me in that narrow way 
Which leads to God's eternal day. 

Kindle a flame within my heart 
And may it ne'er through life depart, 
But may it each day brighter grow 
While I still journey here below. 

Help me all trials to endure, 

May T through life be good and pure 

May I to men such comfort give, 

That though I die I still may live. 1899. 

C. P. M. 

To thee, O God, my voice I'll raise 
And sing aloud thy sweetest praise 

And thy blest name adore ; 
IT1 sing of thy most humble birtfh, 
Of thy great love for man on earth, 

Now and forever more. 

I'll sing how thou long years ago 
Didst come to dwell with man below, 

Upon a blessed morn ; 
How in a manger far away, 
On that bright blessed Christmas day, 

Thou Christ our Lord wast born. 


How, suddenly, to those who feared, 
A mighty heavenly host appeared 

Beneath the morning sky ; 
With heavenly rapture they all sang, 
O'er hill and plain their music rang, 

"Glory to God most high." 1899. 

C. M. 

Lord I'm impure and vile within, 
A wretched one conceived in sin ; 
Oft have I gone from thee astray 
And walked in Satan's broad pathway. 

My heart's deceitful, proud and vain, 
There sin has left it's darkened stain, 
To thee I can no good work bring 
For in my flesh dwells no good thing. 

Yet 'tis not I but 'tis the sin 
Which wars with me and dwells within 
My heart and daily torments me, 
Leads me into captivity. 

But thanks I give to thee dear Lord, 
That by thy everlasting Word 
I am assured that I shall win, 
For thou hast washed away my sin. 

Keep me, dear Lord, in that bright way 

And guide me to the perfect day, 

Until with joy I view thy face 

In Heaven's glorious resting place. 1899. 


C. M. 

The sweetest of all names to me, 
Is Jesus, Savior, King, 
For he has made salvation free, 
His praises I will sing. 


"O praise ye the Lord, O praise ye the Lord," 

Who made salvation free, 

Who for our sins hung on the cross 

And died on Calvary. 

Far, far away, from Olive's brow, 

Beyond the great broad sea, 

In faith I see my Savior bow 

In dark Gethsemane. (Chorus.) 

"Exalted high at God's right hand,'' 
W T| here death no more can come, 
The Savior intercedes for me 
In his celestial home. (Chorus.) 

I see him hanging on the cross, 
In agony and pain, 
I know that my dear Savior"s loss 
Is my eternal gain. (Chorus.) 

I would that all men might conceive 
The Savior's wondrous love, 
And cast their sorrows and their cares 
On him who dwells above. (Chorus.) 



us. (Tune, Sweet Home.) 

I'm nearing the place where the saints of God meet, 
Where clothed in white robes they triumphantly stand, 
Where they worship the Lamb, falling down at "his feet, 
And join their glad songs in that heavenly land. 


Peace ! peace ! blessed peace ! 
Forever to dwell with my Savior in peace. 

I'm nearing the place where my Savior now dwells, 

Exalted on high at the Father's right hand, 

Adored by the angels who constantly sing, 

With whom I shall sing in that heavenly land. (Chorus.) 

I'm nearing the place where trials never come, 

Where washed in his blood, free from sin I shall stand, 

Forever with Him who has said there shall be 

No sorrow nor pain in that heavenly land. (Chorus.) 


S. M. 

I am the bread of life 
Which bread I freely gave, 
If any man shall eat thereof, 
He shall forever live. 

I am the living bread 
Which down from heaven- came, 
No life have ye within yourselves, 
Except ye eat the same. 


Lord now and evermore 

Give us that living bread, 

And may our hungry souls by thee 

Forevermore be fed. 


L. M. D. 

From heathen plunged in misery, 
Who dwell in lands beyond the sea, 
O'er valleys low, o'er mountains high, 
There comes that Macedonian cry, 
O Christians will you not come o'er 
And bring the Gospel to our door, 
O come and to us heathen give 
The bread of life that we may live. 

Daily they die who never heard 
A line or precept from God's Word, 
Launched forth into eternity, 
Who can fortell their destiny? 
O Christians leave us not to die, 
O heed the heathen's mournful cry, 
Come o'er and tell us of that love 
Of Jesus who now reigns above. 

O haste the Word, do not delay, 
O bring or send to us today, 
That we may soon, from sin set free, 
Enjoy that blessed liberty ; 
O Christians bring to us the Light 
And teach us how to live aright, 
O rescue us from sin and shame, 
Teach us to know Messiah's name. 



S. M. 

I've wandered Lord from thee, 

I've trod the path of shame, 

Again I come, bowed down with grief, 

To call upon thy name. 

Thou Lord art merciful, 

Thy promises I trust, 

Thou knowest Lord how weak I am 

And that I am but dust. 

"Teach me thy way O Lord," 
O stay thou by my side, 
That I may in thy precious fold 
Forevermore abide. 

"Increase my faith O Lord,'' 

And may my light so shine 

That others too may come to thee 

And be forever thine. 1899. 

L. M. 

'Tis night and in Gethsemane, 
The Savior writhes in agony, 
Speaks softly to his chosen three, 
"Abide ye here and watch with me." 

Weary, but finds no time for rest, 
Deep sorrow fills his sacred breast, 
Still speaks he to his chosen three," 
"Abide ye here and watch with me." 

Soon, on the ground not far away, 

The Son of God is heard to pray, 

Sorrow and anguish fills his soul, 

Down from his brow great sweat drops roll. 


List to the prayer of God's own son, 
"Father thy will not mine be done, 
All things are possible with thee, 
O let this cup depart from me." 

Still plunged in bitter agony, 

He prays again more earnestly, 

Down from the sky above so dim, 

An angel comes to strengthen him. 1899. 

L. M. 

My sins O Lord all weigh me down, 
I come to thee o'erwhelmed with grief, 
Weak and defiled by sin I come, 
"Help thou O Lord my unbelief." 

Like the poor publican I come, 
Unworthy Lord to lift my eyes 
To heaven for continually 
My many sins before me rise. 

Be merciful to me O Lord, 
Relieve me from this dire distress, 
By thy shed blood remove my sin, 
Save me from all unrighteousness. 

Remember not my sins O Lord 

Nor cast me from thyself away, 

Lord teach me how to trust in thee, 

Lord teach thy servant how to pray. 1899. 


H. M. 

"My praise shall be to thee," 

Jesus my Lord and King, 

Thou who didst die for me, 

Thy goodness I will sing; 

With heart and voice I'll praise thy name 

And thy great love abroad proclaim. 

Thanks be to thee O Lord 

For thou 'hast set me free, 

I will proclaim thy word 

To nations o'er the sea ; 

To the benighted tribes I'll preach, 

Salvation and redemption teach. 

Thou didst deliver me 

From sin and death and hell, 

Didst bring me liberty, 

Thou doest all things well ; 

My songs of praise to thee I bring, 

My Jesus, blessed Lord and King. 1899. 

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I hear thee Jesus, say 

"Come unto me ;" 

Lead thou me all the way 
To Calvary ; 

Beneath a load of sin, . 

Vile and impure within, 
I come to thee. 


I 'hear thee Jesus, say, 

"Lovest thou me?" 
Thou knowest truly Lord 

That I love thee ; 
Once Lord I went astray, 
Now from my heart I say, 

Lord I low? thee. 

I hear thee Jesus, say, 

"Follow thou me ;" 
Teach me O Lord thy way 

Give life to me ; 
Lord may the world not spurn 
Thy promises but turn 

And follow thee. 1899. 

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When the Son of man in glory, 
T0 1 the earth shall come again 
With the angel hosts of heaven, 
King of glory, Judge of men, 

In great glory, 
Shall the Son of man appear. 

Then upon his trone, in glory, 
Shall he sit and judge all men, 
Ev'ry tribe and ev'ry nation 
Shall appear before him then, 

Ail shall see him, 
"Kings of kings and Lord of lords." 

"Come ye blessed of my Father," 
Ye the faithful, pure and true, 
Come, the kingdom now inherit 
Which hath been prepared for you, 

Thus shall Jesus, 
Speak to those on his right hand. 1899. 


S. M. 

Blessed are they who die 
In Jesus Christ their Head, 
Who gained the victory and rose 
In triumph from the dead. 

They shall behold his face 
And worship him on high 
In that bright, new Jerusalem 
Beyond the earth and sky. 

There, clothed in robes of white, 
They shall be free from care 
And live forevermore, for death 
Can never enter there. 

In glory they shall meet 
The saints who went before, 
Together they shall praise the Lamb 
And his blest name adore. 

Enable us O Lord, 

In faith to follow them, 

That we may meet with them again 

In new Jerusalem. 1899. 

P. M. 

In the Dark Continent, 

Groping in blindness, . 
Thousands of heathen are living today; 

Groping in ignorance, 

Worshiping idols, 
Neither the Church nor the Gospel have they. 



Send them the joyful news, 

Teach them salvation, 

Tell them the power of Jesus to save. 

Victims are sacrificed, 

Often by thousands, 
To the false gods whom the heathen adore, 

Over tbe graves of chiefs, 

Thousands are slaughtered. 
Until the ground is dyed red with their gore. 


Ye who profess to love 
Jesus, how can you 
Stand all day idle and view the sad sight? 
Ye who abundantly, 
Reap this world's riches, 
Send now, O send to the 'heathen the Light. 


C. M. 

How sweet it is to be alone 

With Jesus my true friend, 

How blessed are the moments which 

In private prayer I spend. 

How sweet it is to go to Him 
Alone in secret prayer, 
Although I cannot see Him, yet 
I know He's with me there. 


Alone with Him I can confess 
The sins which burden me, 
And feel His sweet redeeming grace 
Whereby He sets me free. 

Alone with Him I fear no foe, 

There safely I abide, 

The powers of hell cannot remove 

Me from my Savior's side. 1899. 


(Tune, "Old Kentucky Home.") 

Beyond the dark stream of death there is a home, 

*Tis heaven, God's children are there ; 

No tears are shed and no trials ever come, 

There the saints are happy, free from care ; 

There the Lamb of God is worshiped night and day, 

Who rescues poor sinners from bell, 

I am going home, from earthly care away, 

Then my dear, beloved friends, farewell ! 


Going home to heaven, to live forevermore ; 

my friends prepare to meet we w'hen you die, 
On that rich celestial, bright golden shore. 

My work is done, soon no more my face you'll see, 
'Tis finished, my journey is o'er, 

1 go from earth to that home so pure and free, 
Where I'll dwell in bliss forevermore ; 


My Lord and Savior in glory I snail see, 
There 'happy, with Jesus, I shall dwell, 
Free from earthly pain and sorrow I shall be, 
Then my dear, beloved friends, farewell ! 


The Golden City, the New Jerusalem, 

That City, whose streets are all gold, 

The jasper walls and the Royal Diadem, 

Through eternity I shall behold ; 

In that bright home where no night is turned to day, 

From sorrow, set free, I shall dwell, 

From saints' eyes, God shall wipe all tears away c 

Then my dear, beloved friends, farewell! 

( Chorus. ( 

C. M. 

When lifes waves around me roll, 
I know thou Lord art near 
To still the storms which vex my soul, 
To banish every fear. 

Though storms of sorrow oft may come 
Upon me while I tread 
The path wihch leads me to my home, 
To Christ my living Head. 

Though all on earth should me forsake, 
And I should die alone, 
I shall of thy rich grace partake 
With angels round thy throne. 

Then Lord deliver me from sin, 

Ne'er let me go astray 

From thy bright fold, guide thou me in 

The straight and narrow way. 1899. 



Upon the cross my Savior, 

Now hangs in agony, 

He, the great King of glory, 

Suffers on Calvary, 

Though crucified by sinners, 

He lifts to heaven 'his voice 

And prays for those who mock him, 

Pater Aphes Autois. 

For us poor sinful creatures, 
He hung upon the tree, 
To save us from perdition, 
He died on Calvary; 
O, praise him all ye nations, 
Praise him with heart and voice ! 
For he still prays for sinners. 
Pater Aphes Autois. 


S. M. 

To this blest feast we come, 
The sacred bread to break, 
Around the table of the Lord, 
We gather and partake. 

To this blest feast we come, 
With Christ our Lord to dine, 
Trusting in him we here receive 
The sacred bread and wine. 

To this blest least we come, 
Rich blessings to receive^ 
Blessings which Christ bestows on all 
Who in his name believe. 


To this blest feast we come 

And to our Lord draw near, 

Trusting in him we are assured 

That he is with us here. 1899. 

C. M. 

Lord, I've wandered far from thee ! 
My heart is sore distressed, 
Alone I wander here below, 
For me there is no rest. 

But I return to thee dear Lord, 
Be thou my strength and shield, 
Grant that I go no more astray 
Nor to temptation yield. 

Lead thou me in the narrow path 

Of truth and righteousness, 

Then to thy throne my voice I'll raise 

And my Redeemer bless. 1899. 

Jesus is waiting with arms open wide, 
Waiting for thee, waiting for thee ; 
Flee to him sinner and with him abide, 
Jesus is waiting for thee. 


Waiting for thee ; waiting for thee ; 

Jesus is waiting, is patiently waiting for thee. 


See him stand knocking without at thy heart 
Waiting for thee, waiting for thee ; 
Will you admit him or bid him repart, 
Jesus is waiting for thee? (Chorus.) 

At the right hand of his Father on high, 
Waiting for thee, waiting for thee ; 
In the rich mansions beyond the blue sky, 
Jesus is waiting for thee. (Chorus.) 


C. M. 

"Thou art the Christ," the Solid Rock, 
In faith we build on thee ; 
Thou art the Shepherd of this flock, 
The Lamb of Calvary. 

With songs of praises Lord we lay 
This sacred corner-stone ; 
May our firm faith repose each day 
In thee our God alone. 

Today, O Lord, with us be thou, 
Draw nigh and each soul bless ; 
Help each to keep his sacred vow, 
Fill us with righteousness. 

May we, O Lord, with joy accept 

Thy grace so richly given, 

And throughout life from sin be kept 

And land at last in heaven. 1899. 



In the straight and narrow way, 
Lead me Savior day by day, 
Ever guide my feet aright 
Through the darkness into light ; 
Purge me thoroughly within, 
Cleanse my heart from ev'ry sin ; 
From temptation set me free, 
Draw me closer Lord to thee. 

Keep me faithful Lord alway; 
When I wake at break of day, 
When I close my eyes at night, 
Lord direct my thoughts aright ; 
In the work thou givest me, 
Grant that I may faithful be, 
May my talents Lord increase, 
Guide me in the paths of peace. 

And when thou shalt come again 
To the earth to judge all men, 
I in joy and bliss shall stand 
With the just at thy right hand ; 
There dear Lord forever thine, 
With the righteous I shall shine 
Forth in glory as the sun, 
Hear thy blessed words, "Well done." 


I love to tell of my Savior's love 
For suffering man below, 
How he left his heavenly home above 
To rescue from sin and woe. 




love (O love) wonderful love (blest love), 

1 joy thy blessing to share, 

No sin (harmeth me) for all is love (is love), 
And Christ dwelleth with me there. 

I love to read how he journeyed o'er 

His beautiful Galilee, 

How he taught the multitudes on shore, 

Which assembled beside the sea. (Chorus.) 

I love to tell how he bled and died 

On the cruel cross for me, 

How he rose again from the dead and brought 

Rich salvation pure and free. (Chorus.) 

I love to think of the mansions bright, 
Which he has gone to prepare, 
And that I in joy and bliss shall dwell 
With Jesus forever there. (Chorus.) 


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When the Lord shall come in glory, 
All the dead in sea and land, 
Shall arise and come to judgment 
And before their Lord shall stand ; 

Ev'rv nation 
Shall appear before him then. 


First there shall come forth the righteous 
Who shall meet him in the air, 
They shall fly to heavenly mansions 
And shall dwell forever there ; 

There to praise him 
Throughout all eternity. 

Then shall come forth the unrighteous, 
They who walked in Satan's way, 
They s'hall stand in fear and trembling 
While the Judge to them shall say, 

Thou art cursed 
Into everlasting fire. 

Help us then dear Lord and Master, 
Evermore to watch and pray, 
That when we come forth to judgment, 
To us we may hear thee say, 

Come ye blessed, 
Come and be forever blessed. 1899. 

L. M. 

Come thou O Lord with us abide 
From morning until eventide, 
Guard us throughout the silent night, 
Until the dawn of morning light. 

At morning, noon and close of day, 
Take all our evil thoughts away, 
May all our thoughts be good and pure, 
Help us temptations to endure. 

We can on earth do all things well, 
If thou with us wilt ever dwell, 
No harm can come to us nor fear, 
While thou our faithful Lord art near. 


Dwell thou with us while life shall last, 
And when our days on earth are past, 
Take us dear Lord to thee above, 
Where we shall share thy boundless love. 



Lord I put my trust in thee, 
Save me from my enemy, 
In the battle stand thou by, 
Help me to on thee rely ; 
As to Israel by the sea, 
Be thou now clear Lord to me, 
Fire by night and cloud by day, 
Lead me safely aJll the way. 

When I stand on guard at night, 
When the gloom has veiled the light 
Of the sun, when stars appear, 
I shall bave no> dread nor fear, 
For I know thou Lord art nigh 
And that thy blest watchful eye 
Is upon me nig'ht and day 
While I never cease to pray. 

Bless my comrades Lord also, 

As we into battle go, 

In the midst of battle's din, 

Keep them Lord all free from sin, 

Help us Lord to ever fight 

Wickedness and stand for right 

And may we triumphant be, 

Grant us Lord ridh victory. 1899. 


C. M. 

''Have mercy upon me O Lord," 
Though 1 unworthy be, 
Create in me, O God, a heart 
Free from iniquity. 

Against thee, Father, haive I sinned, 
I bow my head in shame, 
I feel that I unworthy am 
To call upon thy name. 

But there is mercy Lord with thee, 
I know that thou wilt hear 
An humble sinner's mournful cry 
When he in grief draws near. 

Lord, with a broken, contrite heart, 

Before thy throne I bow, 

O save me Lord from sin and death, 

O save me, save me now 1899. 

C. M. 

Poor wretched sinner that I am, 
Who shall deliver me 
From sin and guilt and deep distress 
And set my conscience free? 

My guilty conscience troubles me, 
My soul is sore distressed, 
Who shall my load of guilt remove 
And to my soul bring rest? 

T thank my God that I can go 

To him when in distress, 

And there be cleansed by Jesus' blood 

From all unrighteousness. 1899. 


L. M. 

Lord the remembrance of my sin 
Now fills my wretched soul within 
With sorrow,misery and shame, 
But still I call upon thy name. 

I'm deeply plunged in grief and woe, 

To whom but thee shall I now go ? 

Nought but the blood which flowed from thee, 

Can make me clean and set me free. 

Cleanse thou my heart, O make it pure, 

All my diseases thou canst cure, 

May I of thy rich grace partake 

I ask it for thy great name's sake. 1899. 

C. M. 

O Lord, my God, turn not away 
From a poor sinful child 
Whom Satan oft has led astray 
And by his craft beguiled. 

Against thee Lord alone have I 
Committed sins this day, 
With contrite heart to thee I cry, 
"Wash all my sins away.'' 

O Lord hide not from me thy face, 
But hide it from my sin, 
O save me by thy pard'ning* grace 
And make me pure within. 

Renew a spirit Lord within 
My fainting, trembling heart, 
A spirit that will shun all sin 
And ne'er from grace depart. 


Then with a joyful heart I'll raise 

My voice to thee on high, 

In songs of love thy name I'll praise 

Now and eternally. 1899. 


Christ, my Lord, enthroned on high, 
Hear a sinner's mournful cry, 
Rescue me from sin and he'll, 
In thy mansions let me dwell ; 
Savior, Lord, thy will is mine, 
Take me, I'm forever thine. 

Christ, thy precious name I'll praise, 

Heart and voice to thee I'll raise, 

LTnto thee my songs I'll sing, 

Rich incense of love I'll bring; 

Come dear Lord, abide with me, 

Heal my heart and set it free. 1899. 

C. M. 

Lord at thy feet I humbly bow, 
Have mercy Lord on me, 
I've wandered far away but now 
I come again to thee. 

O Lamb of God, turn not away! 
Come thou and dwell with me, 
Within my heart forever stay, 
Bring me sweet liberty. 


Then with a heart from sin set free, 
Glad songs of praise I'll sing, 
With heart and voice I'll worship thee 
And glad thanksgiving bring. 1899. 

C. M. 

I saw upon the throne of God, 
A lamb which had been slain, 
For sinful men that they thereby 
Eternal life might gain. 

Before that precious Lamb of God 
The living creatures bow, 
They sing to him a glad new song, 
"Worthy, O Lamb, art thou.'' 

For thou wast slain and with thy blood 
Didst purchase unto God 
Of ev'ry tribe and nation, men 
Who in thy paths have trod. 

Dear Lamb of God, we praise thy name, 

Thy precious name we love, 

With joy we'll hail itihe day when we 

Shall dwell with thee above. 1899. 

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To that Rock that Rock of ages, 
Israel's wandering children came, 
Freely drank of its pure waters, 
Calling on Jehovah's name. 


From that Rock that stream of water 
Pure and good is flowing still, 
There the Savior says to sinners, 
Come and drink all ye who will. 

Ye who thirst for living water, 
Burdened with a load of sin, 
Come and drink from that pure fountain, 
It will make you pure within. 

Come and drink the living water 
Whiich is flowing still for you, 
Kai to Pneuma Kai he Nymphe 
Legousin Umin Erchoa. 

L. M. 
Father, I journey here below, 
In this vast wilderness of woe, 
Weary and sad alone I roam, 
I lone to be with thee at home. 

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Weary I roam, by sin distressed, 
In this dark vale I find no rest ; 
Temptations everywhere I see, 
I long to be at rest with thee. 

Where'er thy precious seed is sown 
Satan's alluring baits are thrown, 
Thy precious 'lambs he seeks to claim 
And bring dishonor to thy name. 

My path, O Lord, is dark and drear, 
But still with me there is no fear, 
For Satan's host can ne'er harm me 
If I through life but cling to thee. 


Then keep me faithful, keep me pure, 

Help me temptations to endure, 

And after death, Lord let me stand 

With thy redeemed at thy right hand. 1899. 

S. M. 

Out of the depths of sin, 

To thee my God I cry, 

I'm filled with shame, I dare not lift 

My eyes to thee on high. 

My sins, O Lord, lead me 
Into captivity, 
Like the poor publican I cry 
"Be merciful to me." 

Before thy mercy seat, 
Dear Lord, I humbly kneel, 
Thou Lord alone canst comfort me 
And all my sorrows heal. 

Open, O Lord, my eyes 
That I may clearly see 
The path of life, the narrow way 
That leads to heaven and thee. 

O'erwhelmed with grief I come to thee, 
My Lord and King, O pity me ; 
I am a slave to sin O Lord, 
O save me Jesus by thy Word. 

Give me the power Lord to beat 
Vile Satan down beneath my feet, 
And may I conquer him through thee 
And o'er his hosts victorious be. 


'Tis my desire thy ways to seek, 
Thou knowest Lord that I am weak, 
But I can do all things through thee 
If thou O Lord wilt strengthen me. 

O may my prayers O Lord ne'er cease, 
And may my faith each day increase, 
And may I daily strengthened be, 
O draw me closer Lord to thee. 

Then with thy dear redeemed I'll raise 

My voice to thee in songs of praise, 

I'll praise thee with my latest breath 

Ere earthly eyes shall close in death. 1899. 

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Praise ye the Lord most higfa, 

Praise ye the Lord ; 
Praise Him ye sons of men, 

With sweet accord ; 
Praise Him who died for thee 
On the accursed tree, 

Praise ye the Lord ! 

Praise Him for He is good 

Praise ye the Lord ; 
Praise Him who formed the earth, 

E'en by His word ; 
Let men and angels sing, 
Praise ye our Lord and King, 

Praise ye the Lord ! 1899. 


C. P. M. 

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No longer crowned with thorns but now 
Bright glory crowns the Savior's brow, 

He sits exalted hiigih 
Upon the throne at God's rig 4 ht hand, 
Around which living creatures stand 
And with loud voices cry, 

"Worthy the Lamb that hath been slain," 
"Worthy the Lamb," the sweet refrain, 

None with it can compare ; 
Before the Lamb the elders fall, 
The Lamb exalted above all 

The living creatures there. 

Lord Jesus from thy throne above 
vSend down upon us thy blest love, 

And when we die may we 
Join in the angels sweet refrain, 
Worthy the Lamb that hath been slain, 

The Lamb of Calvary. 1899. 

L. M. 

In deep despair I come to thee 
O Lamb of God my refuge be ; 
Abide thou with me ev'ry hour, 
And rescue me from Satan's power. 

W'hile in the flesh I journey here 
Day after day, year after year, 
O let me ne'er depart from thee, 
Be thou through life a guide to me. 


When storms of sin around me rise, 
Help me to lift to heaven my eyes, 
That I may see thee on thy throne 
And know that I am not alone. 

And when my eyes in death shall close, 

May it be but a sweet repose 

From which I shall in glory rise 

To meet my Savior in the skies. 1899. 

L. M. 

Help me O Lord from day to day 

To tread the straight and narrow way, 

Help me to close my heart to sin, 

That nought but good may dwell therein. 

Help me O Lord from day to day 
To shun the broad and sinful way, 
Fill thou my heart with truth and love, 
All evil thoughths from it remove. 

Help me O Lord from day to day 

To love thy name, to watch and pray, 

And when I bid this world farewell, 

Lord take me home with thee to dwell. 1899. 

S. M. 

Awake, thou sleeping one, 

And from the dead arise, 

And Christ the blessed Light shall shine 

Upon thee from the skies. 


Awake, thou sleeping one, 
Tis Christ who speaks to you, 
The harvest now is over ripe, 
There's work for each to do. 

Awake, thou sleeping one, 
And hear the heathens' cry, 
Carry to them the bread of life, 
And leave them not to die. 

Awake, thou sleeping one, 

Ere Christ our Lord again, 

Shall in great g'lory with his hosts, 

Come forth to judge all men. 1899. 

C. M. 

There is a happy home above, 
Where saints are free from care, 
Where nought prevails but peace and love, 
No strife can enter there. 

To that bright home Jesus our Lord, 
Has gone forth to prepare, 
For those who love his precious name, 
Rich mansions bright and fair. 

In that bright home, with angel hosts, 
The saints of God now stand 
And praise their dear Redeemer's name, 
In joy at his right hand. 

Soon we shall take our homeward flight , 
And join the ransomed throng,- 
And throughout all eternity 
Join in the gladsome song. 


C. M. 

O blessed Jesus, Holy Light, 
Thou source of truth divine, 
Come and with us thy saints abide 
And in our hearts now shine. 

O precious fountain, from which flowed 
Thy blood on Calvary, 
Thy blood which thou didst freely shed 
Upon the accursed tree. 

O sacred Rock, on which is built 
Thy church which cannot fail, 
Nor shall the- gates of hades e'er 
Against that church prevail. 

O worthy Lamb, who once was slain, 
But now exalted high 
At God's right hand, upon thy throne, 
O hear our mournful cry. 

We have transgressed thy holy will, 

Have mercy Lord, we pray ; 

Sprinkle our hearts with thy shed blood 

And wash our sins away. 1899. 


Jesus, Savior, loving friend, 
Of thy love there is no end, 
Thou didst come to sin cursed earth, 
Thou didst have an humble birth. 


In a manger thou wast born 
On that glorious Christmas morn, 
Shepherds heard the angels cry, 
"Glory be to God most high." 

From all sin and misery, 
Thou didst come to set us free, 
Thou didst by thy humble birth 
Bring great joy to all the earth. 

Thou art now enthroned on high, 

Still thy saints repeat the cry, 

"Peace on earth good will to men," 

Christ our Lord wall come again. 1899. 


Jesus guide me by thy hand 
Safely through this desert land, 
Through all trials g-uide thou me, 
Teach me Lord to cling to thee. 

Guide me, guide me, Jesus guide me day by day, 
Through life's journey guide thou me 
In the straight and narrow way. 

From thy path I've gone astray, 

I have wandered far away 

From thy sacred fold and thee, 

Savior come and rescue me. (Chorus.) 

I am weary Lord of sin, 

Purify me Lord within, 

Come Lord Jesus, set me free 

From the sin which burdens me. (Chorus.) 


Then with my whole 'heart I'll sing 
Praises to my Lord and King, 
Thy blest name dear Lord I'll praise 
Throughout my remaining days. (Chorus.) 


C. M. 

Lord, like the sheep which went astray, 
From the good shepherd's care, 
I've wandered from thy fold away, 
I'm plunged m deep despair. 

Though from thy fold I'm far away, 
I still am not undone, 
For I can hear my Savior say, 
Return thou wand'ring one. 

Now to thy cross dear Lord I flee 
And lay my burden there, 
From Satan's bonds I fly to thee 
And bow myself in prayer. 

Lord Jesus all my sins forgive, 

Remember them no more ; 

Help me a righteous life to live 

Henceforth, forevermore. 1900. 

0. M. 

Lord the hosts of Satan seek 
To take my soul from thee, 
All the powers of darkness Lord 
Daily encompass me. 


From morn till eve, day after day, 
They meet me ev'rywhere ; 
Where'er T go, where'er I stay, 
The Devil casts a snare. 

The Devil knows full well, dear Lord, 

That I belong to thee, 

And that is why he daily sets 

A snare to capture me. 

Teach me, O Lord, to consecrate 
Myself wholly to thee, 
That I may conquer Satan's host 
And gain the victory. 

Lead he, dear Lord, through all rough paths 

And teach me how to pray, 

That Satan's host may come no more 

To tempt my soul away. 1 900. 

C. M. 

Lord have mercy now upon 
Thine own anointed one, 

1 am a man of unclean lips, 

O Lord I am undone. 


O Lord send forth the seraphim 
With that bright living coal, 
That he may touch my unclean lips 
And thereby cleanse my soul. 

Lead me, dear Lord, through all rough paths 

And my iniquity 

Is blotted out and I am clean, 

Thanks be, O Lord, to thee. 


Lord, many thousand souls unsaved, 

In this broad world I see, 

I hear thee say, "Whom shall I send?" 

I answer, Lord send me. 1900. 

L. M. 

On Pisgah's height I take my stand 
And view the 'blessed promised land, 
My blessed home where all is lignt, 
Where never fall the shades of night. 

Where dwells my Savior, Lord and King, 
Where men and angels daily sing 
Praises to Jesus on the throne, 
Whose blood for sinners did atone. 

In that bright home I long to be, 
From sin and sorrow to be free ; 
I long to lean on Jesus breast 
And by him be forever blest. 

Jesus conduct me safely o'er 
Jordan's dark flood to yonder shore ; 
All the way lead me by thy hand 
Safely into the promised land. 

Then with the saints who've gone before, 

Thy precious name I will adore, 

And with the angels e'er proclaim 

Honor and glory to thy name. 1900. 


S. M. 

Lord I belong to thee, 

I ask for nought 'beside, 

Since I am thine and thou art mine, 

My soul is satisfied. 

Lord thou hast chosen me 

Out of this world of care, 

Since thou are mine thy love divine 

Is with me everywhere. 

Lord thou dost in me dwell, 
How blessed is my lot, 
To dwell in thee and thou in me, 
How sweet to me the thought! 

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How sweet in thee to live, 

How sweet in thee to die, 

What bliss 'twill be to dwell with thee, 

In thy blest home on high ! 

L. M. 

Would that I had a voice O God 
Like that which issued from thy throne, 
Like sound of thunder and earthquake, 
To make thy precious Gospel known. 

I'd lift my voice in gratitude 

And praise my Savior's blessed name ; 

To nations in remotest climes, 

Thy saving grace I would proclaim. 


To cold Alaska's icy shores 
In regions of the frigid north, 
To poor, benighted Indian tribes, 
I'd shout thy glorious message forth. 

Beyond the great Pacific's flood 
Where heathen grope on China's shore, 
Who bow before their gods of stone, 
I'd shout the heavenly message o'er. 

Lord bless thy Church, the mighty voice, 

Cause it from slumber to awake 

And herald thy great glory forth 

Till the whole earth shall fear and quake. 

Hasten that glorious day dear Lord 

When ev'ry eye on earth shall see 

Thee coming forth with glory crowned 

To call the nations forth to thee. 1900. 


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Jesus reigns, he reigns in glory, 
Seated on his throne above ; 
Angel hosts surround him singing 
Of his matchless, boundless love. 

Saints on earth hold sweet communion 
With the saints who've gone before, 
Who now dwell in happy union 
On that bright celestial shore. 

To that home we now are hast'ning, 
Soon we'll meet the ransomed band, 
And before our dear Redeemer, 
Pure and undefined we'll stand. 


There our souls, in blood of crimson, 

Will 'be cleansed of ev'ry stain, 

With the saints we'll sing sweet praises 

To the Lamb for sinners slain. 1900. 

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Stand firm for Christ your Savior, 
Defend his precious name, 
Before the world confess him, 
O put him not to shame ! 
Though foes may oft revile him 
And his blest name deny, 
Stand firm, mid persecutions, 
For Christ enthroned on high. 

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Stand firm for him who bought you 
With bis own precious blood 
Which from the healing fountain, 
For sinners freely flowed ; 
Go forth and tell the story 
Of his great love to men, 
How he now reigns in glory 
And soon will come again. 

Go tell his love to nations 

Who bow to wood and stone, 

Tell of the blood of Jesus 

Which did for sin atone ; 

Ne'er stand a moment idle, 

Preach Jesus ev'ry day 

Till all the world shall walk in 

The straight and narrow way 1900. 


I os Double. 

With the fierce waves they toil upon the sea, 
The storm is fierce upon dark Galilee ; 
Comes there no help, is there no one to save, 
Must those twelve men all sink beneath the wave ? 
No hope, no hope, what power can save them now ? 
Fiercely the waves like mountains near them roll, 
Utter despair has seized each trembling soul 
No 'hope, no hope, what power can save them now ? 

Behold a form comes walking on the sea, 
Treading upon the waves of Galilee ; 
As they behold the form, in fear they cry, 
Hark, hear that voice, "Be not afraid, 'tis I !" 
" Tis I, 'tis I, be not afraid 'tis I !" 
They fear not now, that loving voice suppressed. 
The fear instilled in each disciple's breast, 
" 'Tis I, 'tis I, be not afraid 'tis I !" 

If it be thou, O Lord, now suffer me 

To step upon the waves and come to thee? 

Thus Peter spake and Jesus answered, ''Come ;" 

He treads the waves while breezes round him hum, 

" 'Tis I, 'tis I, be not afraid 'tis I !" 

Now filled with fear he sinks beneath the wave, 

But as he sinks he cries, O Master save 

Save Lord, save Lord, Lord Jesus save me now. 

Lord as we sail upon life's stormy sea, 
Suffer us ne'er to turn our eyes from thee ; 
When tossed about by furious waves of sin, 
May thy blest words strengthen our hearts within, 
" 'Tis I, 'tis I, be not afraid 'tis I !" 
When we begin to sink beneath the sea, 
Lord give us faith to cry aloud to thee, 
Save Lord, save Lord, Lord Jesus save me now. 



C. M. 

Beneath the load of sin I fall, 
Help me O Lord to rise ; 
A broken and a contrite heart, 
Thou Lord wilt not despise. 

Truly thou knowest that my heart 
Is broken and contrite, 
My many sins, O Lord, are e'er 
Before me day and night. 

When I remember Lord how thou 
Didst shed thy blood for me, 
And 'how I Lord, in thought and deed, 
Have oft offended thee, 

I hide my face, my soul is filled 
With anguish, grief and shame, 
I know that I unworthy am 
To call upon thy name. 

O Jesus, dear Redeemer, come 
And wash my sins away, 
Come and within my contrite heart 
Abide dear Lord alway. 

Bid Satan and his hosts of sin 

From me fore'er depart 

And let sweet peace forever reign 

Within this contrite heart. 19OQ 

C. M. 

O Lord the hosts of Satan now 
Are pressing hard on me ; 
They tempt me daily while they seek 
To take my soul from thee. 


If I but for a moment turn 

My thoughts away from thee, 

A thousand demons, sent from hell, 

Surround and torment me. 

Oft have these demons cast me down, 
My soul they have distressed, 
My soul is weary, worn and sad, 
I long" for rest, sweet rest. 

O come thou Jesus and cast out 

These demons from my heart, 

And may thy spirit Lord henceforth 

Ne'er from my soul depart. 1900. 

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Let nations sing forever 
Of Jesus' dying love, 
Sing of the intercession 
He daily makes above 
For us poor sinful creatures 
Who grovel here below, 
Who by his grace are rescued 
From miser)- and woe. 

Let nations sing forever 
Of Jesus' tender care, 
Sing of the many mansions 
In heaven bright and fair ; 
For he has gone to heaven, 
There to prepare a place 
For all mankind who love him, 
Who share his pard ning grace. 


Let nations sing forever 

Of Jesus' majesty, 

Of Jesus, King of glory, 

Who reigns eternally, 

With whom we'll reign forever 

And snare his blessed love 

In that bright golden city 

With all his saints above. 1900. 

C. M. 

Jesus my Refuge and my Rock, 
In deep distress I flee 
For shelter to thy peaceful fold, 
Hide not thy face from me. 

My load of sin is heavy, Lord, 

Its weight I cannot bear ; 

Nought but distress now fills my soul, 

I sink in deep despair. 

A sinful creature, Lord, I've been, 
Poor, wretched, foul and mean ; 
But by thy precious blood thou canst 
Make my impure heart clean. 

Lord give me faith to ever cast 

My burdens all on thee ; 

Then only will my soul find rest 

And from all care be free. 1900. 


C. M. 

I've wandered far away but now 
Dear Lord to thee I come ; 
I'm weary of my load of sin, 
Lord Jesus take me home. 

O'er mountains high, o'er valleys deep, 
I've wandered day by day ; 
From my kind Savior's blissful fold 
I've wandered far away. 

Against thee only have I sinned 
And oft have caused thee grief ; 
But now with broken heart I pray, 
Help thou my unbelief. 

Lord let thy precious crimson blood 

Be sprinkled upon me, 

Then shall this heart be cleansed and I 

Shall be forever free. * 1900. 

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Jesus died to save poor sinners, 
Died upon the accursed tree ; 
Freely shed his blood most precious 
That the sinner might go free. 

Like a lamb led to the slaughter, 
He was led to Calvary ; 
Forth he went and never murmured 
And there freely died for me. 


Wondrous was His love tor sinners, 
Greater love no man can have ; 
Let us never cease to thank Him 
That He died our souls to save. 

Let us ever sound His praises 

In remotest lands abroad, 

Tell the poor benighted nations, 

He's their Savior and their God. 1900. 

L. M. 

From Calv'ry's mount their flowed one day 
A crimson flood which washed away 
The stains of sin from those who came 
Forth and believed on Jesus' name. 

Today from Calv'ry's sacred hill, 
That 'crimson flood is flowing still, 
And to it sinners freely may 
Come forth and wash their sins away. 

Hasten poor sinner to that flood 

And wash in its pure cleansing blood, 

'Twill cleanse thy impure heart from sin 

And make thee pure and clean within. 1900 

C. M. 

Arise my soul, be strong and fight, 
Each battle for the Lord ; 
Upon the flesh never rely, 
Trust only in God's word. 


The spirit may be willing but 
The Human flesh is weak, 
From its allurements turn away, 
The Lord of life go seek. 

The soul which wins the victory, 
Must trust in Christ alone, 
Whose blood can conquer ev'ry foe 
And for all sin atone. 

If thou my soul wouldst conquer then, 

And ne'er be led astray, 

Heed daily the divine command, 

Arise and watch and pray. 1900. 

C. M. 

Lord my God most merciful, 
Have mercy upon me, 

My soul with dire distress is filled 
And vexed most grievously. 

Oh Jesus, Savior, hear my cry, 
Unworthy though I be ; 
Cast out the demon from my heart 
And bring me liberty. 

Lord, the remembrance of my sins 
Fills me with grief and shame ; 
Before thee Lord I humbly bow 
And call upon thy name. 

1 know that thou abundantly 
Wilt all my sins forgive ; 

For thou dost freely invite all 

To come to thee and live. 1900. 


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Day after day my song 

Shall be of thee 
My Savior who did'st shed 

Thy blood for me ; 
Thou who my soul did'st save 
And to all nations gave, 
O'er sin and death and grave, 

Sweet victory. 

Savior thy precious name, 

I will adore 
Until my days on earth 

Shall be no more ; 
■W'hen death shall close my eyes 
And I redeemed shall rise, 
I'll praise thee in the skies 

Forever more. 1900. 

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Like a sheep from the fold which had wandered 

Far into the mountains so wild, 

I wandered away from my Savior, 

A poor, disobedient child ; 

But Jesus, the tender, good Shepherd, 

Out in the wild desert sought me, 

I heard him most tenderly saying, 

"My grace is sufficient for thee." 


Then humbled I fell down before Him, 
Alone in the dark wilderness, 
And cried dear Lord Jesus forgive me, 
My sins I now freely confess ; 
Forgive my shortcomings dear Savior, 
From sin and distress rescue me, 
I heard His kind voice gently saying, 
"My grace is sufficient for thee." 

Safely in His fold I am sheltered, 

And now His dear name I adore, 

And from my kind, tender, good Shepherd, 

My Savior, I'll wander no more ; 

O sinners now hasten to Jesus 

And from Satan's power be free, 

O hear Jesus tenderly saying, 

"My grace is sufficient for thee." 1900. 

L. M. 

When plunged in misery and woe, 
When sorely tempted here below, 
There is a place where I can flee 
And from temptations be set free. 

That place is at my Savior's feet, 
It is a safe and sure retreat ; 
No foe can ever harm me there, 
While under His protecting care. 

There I can hear my Savior say, 
Thy many sins are washed away ; 
There I can lean on Jesus' breast, 
There my poor weary soul finds rest. 


O let me ever keep my seat 

At my kind Savior's precious feet, 

Guard me Lord Jesus there alway, 

Ne'er let me from thee go astray. 1900. 


Far away from home am I, 
Lost upon a mountain high, 
Chasms near me wide and deep, 
Ev'ry pathway rough and steep ; 
Hark ! fierce wolves are prowling near 
And my heart now faints with fear ; 
Weak and helpless now I lie 
On the rugged mountain high. 

Hark ! what voice is that I hear 
And the sound of footsteps near? 
Who comes forth, O can it be 
Some kind friend to rescue me? 
Hark ! 'tis Jesus' voice I hear, 
I am safe for He is near, 
Now I lift my voice and cry, 
Save me Jesus or I die. 

To my rescue Jesus came, 

I was weary, worn and lame, 

Helpless on the ground I lay 

When my Savior came that way ; 

In His arms most tenderly, 

All the way He carried me- 

From the mountains high and cold 

Back again into His fold. 1900. 


S. M. 

Lord at thy feet I fall, 
There/let me ever stay ; 
Sprinkle me with thy precious blood 
And wash my sins away. 

There, Lord, I know I'm safe 

And free from ev'ry care 

There thou wilt shield me from all sin, 

No foe can harm me there. 

There I can hear thy voice, 
Saying most tenderly, 
Ye who are weary, worn and sad, 
Come quickly unto me. 

Lord at thy feet I bow, 

There keep me day by day ; 

Teach me, thy servant, how to live, 

And teach me how to pray. 1900. 

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The precious blood of Jesus 

Was shed on Calvary 

For poor and w r retched sinners 

Who groaned in misery ; 

The Savior paid the ransom 

Upon the accursed tree, 

And shed His blood most freely 

To set the sinner free. 


For six long, painful hours, 

In dreadful agony, 

Mid scorching 'heat He suffered 

To set all mankind free ; 

Then let us daily serve Him 

For His most wondrous love 

Praise Him Who sits exalted 

At God's right hand above. 1900. 

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From the blessed Rock of ages, 
Jesus, who was slain for me, 
A pure, rich and living fountain, 
Now is flowing full and free. 

To that fountain I am coming, 

Its rich blessings to receive, 

Wnich my Lord and King has promised 

To all who in Him believe. 

There will I hold sweet communion 
With the saints who've gone before, 
There, of that pure living water, 
I will drink and thirst no more. 

There my soul ne'er will grow weary, 

There temptations come no more, 

There with angels I'll sing praises 

To my Savior evermore. 1900. 

C. M. 

Beyond dark Jordan's flood there lies 
The blessed promised land, 
Where round the throne of Jesus Christ, 
The living creatures stand. 


Before that throne both day and night, 
Each living creature sings, 
"Worthy the Lamb which hath been slain." 
And crown Him King of kings. 

On Pisgah's height by faith I see 
The royal diadem, 

And all God's saints dwelling in peace, 
I long to be with them. 

Lord my God enable me 
To patiently await 

The time when thou shalt call me forth 
To pass through heaven's g^ate. 

Then with the saints arrayed in white, 

1 will forever sing 

"The song of Moses and the Lamb" 

And praise my Lord and King. 1900. 

L. M. 

Jesus, exalted high above, 
W'ho art the Savior of mankind, 
Teach me thy blessed name to love 
With all my heart and all my mind. 

Hasten, dear Lord, that happy day 
When Satan's power shall decline, 
When from my hearty I too can say, 
My heart, my soul are wholly thine. 

And when to earth thou shalt descend, 
When all shall hear the trumpet sound, 
When death and grave shall have an end 
And dead shall rise from sea and ground. 


May I be worthy then to stand 

Arrayed in white among the blest, 

Happy and free at thy right hand, 

There to enjoy eternal rest. 1900. 

L. M. 

Jesus, the Prince of peace was born 
Upon that holy Christmas morn, 
Angels announced His sacred birth 
Which spread glad joy o'er all the earth. 

The angels of the Lord appeared 
To shepherds who trembled and feared, 
Amazed and sore afraid were they, 
Until they heard the angel say, 

Fear not, for unto you this morn, 
A Savior, Christ the Lord, is born, 
In Bethlehem's manger you shall find 
The babe, the Savior of mankind. 

Then with the angel suddenly, 

An angel host sang rev'rently, 

"Glory to God on high," and then, 

"Good will on earth and peace to men." 1900. 

L. M. 

O blest Messiah, heavenly King, 
To thee I will forever cling, 
For when I lay fast hold on thee, 
The hosts of hell can ne'er barm me. 


O blest Messiah, heavenly King, 
Who didst to us salvation bring, 
Whose precious blood for us was spilled, 
Whereby our hearts with hope were filled. 

O blest Messiah, heavenly King, 

Who didst to us salvation bring, 

Whose precious blood for us was spilled, 

Whereby our hearts with hope were filled. 

O blest Messiah, heavenly King, 
Whose praises holy angels sing, 
Thou didst the power of sin destroy 
And fill our hearts with perfect joy. 

O blest Messiah, heavenly King, 

We to thee rich thanksgiving bring, 

For thy blest love for man below, 

For saving him from sin and woe. 1900. 

L. M. D. 

How precious in the sight of God 
Are true believers when they die, 
Their souls shall dwell in Paradise, 
Their mortal dust in tombs shall lie 
Until the Resurrection morn, 
When Jesus to the earth will come, 
Then they will rise to meet their Lord, 
And He'll conduct them safely home. 

Then with Him they'll forever dwell 
In heavenly mansions pure and bright 
Where there are neither stars nor sun, 
But Jesus is the only light ; 


There sorrow nevermore can come, 
For in that home they never die, 
They nought but joy shall know for God 
Shall wipe the tears from ev'ry eye. 

To that bright home we long to go 

And meet our loved ones gone before, 

And dwell in that bright promised land 

On Canaan's bright celestial shore ; 

O Jesus, Lord, increase our faith, 

That we may ever trust in thee, 

And when we die conduct us home 

To heaven above thy face to see. 1900. 

L. M. 

How sweet the song the angels sang 
Upon that joyful Christmas morn, 
When to the shepherds they announced 
That Christ the prince of peace was born. 

The glory of the Lord shone round 
About the shepherds, pure and bright, 
When the glad tidings of great joy 
Was brought to them upon that night. 

A mighty angel host of God, 
Descended from the balmy 'sky 
And joyfully all sweetly sang, 
'"Glory be to our God most high." 

The glory of the Lord still shines 

Upon the hearts of all who love 

That Savior who that night was born, 

Who now exalted reigns above. 1900. 


C. M. 

Awake, arise and watch and pray, 
The day is drawing near, 
That great and awful Judgment Day, 
When Jesus shall appear. 

Awake, arise, that dreadful hour, 

No man can comprehend, 

When Jesus, with all might and power, 

Shall to the earth descend. 

Awake, arise, be ready when 
The Judge of earth shall come 
In glory to the earth again, 
To take his loved ones home. 

Awake, arise, and watch and pray, 

To God through life be true, 

That His great final Judgment Day 

May not be dread to you. 1900. 

L. M. 

Jesus, Savior, can it be 
That I have oft offended thee, 

Have I by thought and deed and word, 
So oft offended my dear Lord? 

To Him who saved my soul from sin, 
Have I then so ungrateful been, 
That after all the pain He bore, 

1 caused Him still to suffer more? 


Alas ! how foolish I have been 

To wander in the paths of sin ; 

O'er whelmed with grief I humbly pray, 

Loral Jesus wash my sins away. 1900. 

L. M. 

Jesus, thy mercy hath no bound, 
Poor man can never sink so low 
Into the pit but that the sound 
Of thy rich saving grace can go. 

Many have wandered far away 
Into deep woe and misery, 
Thy mercy followed all the way 
And brought them back again to thee. 

When on the cross on Calv'ry's brow, 
Thou heardest the thief's sad mournful cries, 
Thy mercy answered, "To day thou 
Shalt be with me in Paradise." 

All through life's journey here below, 

At home, abroad, where'er I be, 

Where'er in this wide world I go, 

Thy tender mercy follows me. 1900. 

L. M. 

Thou Lord art good and well I know 
When thou didst journey here below, 
No sinner didst thou e'er pass by, 
Nor fail to heed his mournful cry. 


Thy love today is flowing free 
For all who place their trust in thee, 
And thy great might can ev'ry hour 
Dispel their fear of Satan's power. 

O Lord have mercy upon me, 
My soul is vexed most grievously, 
Satan's vile host oft me surround 
And hurl me helpless to the ground. 

Let them against me not prevail, 
Hear thou a sinner's mournful wail, 
Deliver me from sore distress 
And make my soul all righteousness. 

Lord Jesus let thy tender care 

And love go with me ev'ry where, 

Until on joyful wings I rise 

And take my flight to Paradise. 1900. 

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There's a beautiful land where my Savior now dwells, 
Where tear drops and pain are not known ; 
There in garments of white dwell the saints of the Lord, 
For whose sins Jesus blood did atone. 

There forever they dwell all so happy and free 
On Canaans bright, beautiful shore ; 
And no sorrow nor crying is ever heard there, 
Their sorrows and trials are o'er. 

Lord I long to be with thy blest saints over there 
And clothed in pure garments of white. 
Where temptations can never torment me again, 
Where never comes darkness or night. 


Jesus help me while journeying 'here upon earth 

To fix my eyes daily on thee, 

Till at last I ascend to my heavenly home 

From sin evermore to be free. 1900. 

7s & 6s. 

Father in heaven hear us 
Poor sinners here below, 
We are by sin surrounded, 
No matter where we go; 
Temptations, sore and grievous 
Confront us ev'ry day, 
And Satan's hosts are seeking 
To lead our souls astray. 

Father in heaven guide us 

By thy blest loving care, 

And let thy tender mercy 

Go with us ev'rywhere ; 

Help us to stand firm always 

For thy blest holy Word, 

And ever make confession 

Of Jesus Christ our Lord. 1900. 

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When Jesus our Lord journeyed upon earth 
And comforted all the distressed ; 
He took in His arms the tender young babes 
And all of them tenderly blessed. 



He took in His arms the tender young babes, 
And placed His kind 'hands on them tenderly, 
And sorely displeased with others He said, 
"Suffer the children to come unto me." 

Then said He to them, Except ye repent 
And all become like small children 
And like them receive the kingdom of God, 
Ye never shall enter therein. (Chorus.) 

Lord may we become like little children, 
All innocent Lord before thee ; 
That we may enter the kingdom of God 
And from sin and sorrow be free. (Chorus.) 



C. M. D. 

God bless the day on which I came 

And at His altar bowed, 

When I confessed my Savior's name, 

When solemnly I vowed 

That until death I'd faithful be, 

His blest name I'd adore, 

That blessed day when Christ made me 

His own forevermore. 

Lord Jesus hear the humble prayer 
I offer to thee now, 
Guard me with thy most tender care 
That I may keep my vow, 


And though temptations vex my mind, 
And Satan torment me, 
My weary soul will daily find 
Sweet bliss and rest in thee. 

'Tis joy, O Lord, to me to say, 

That I am wholly thine, 

Grant that before mankind each day, 

My light may brightly shine ; 

Throughout life's journey day by day, 

Lord never suffer me 

To yield to sin nor go astray 

From thy blest fold and thee. 1900. 

L. M. 

Jesus my Lord on thee I lean, 
Where else can a poor sinner find 
That which can make his vile heart clean 
And bring peace to his troubled mind ? 

Lord in thy presence I find peace 
And rest for my poor troubled soul, 
There doth my faith daily increase, 
There I am made perfectly whole. 

Lord ever keep me by thy side, 

Upon thee may I ever lean, 

In thee may I fore'er abide, 

Lord keep me ever pure and clean. 1900. 



Sacred is thy name O Lord, 
Worthy to be praised by all ; 
Thou didst come to earth to save 
Us poor sinners from the fall ; 
Thou didst leave thy home above 
And to sin cursed earth didst come, 
That we mig^ht forever dwell 
With thee in thy blissful home. 

With glad hearts redeemed from sin, 

In glad songs of grateful praise, 

Will we raise our voices high 

Throughout our remaining days, 

And when from our tombs we rise 

And our spirits upward fly, 

We will endless praises sing 

To thee Lord exalted high. 1900. 

C. M. 

Lord I weep when I recall 
My sins of former years, 

My soul is sad, o'erwhelmed with grief, 

1 wet my face with tears. 

Distressed I fall upon my knees 
And cry, O can it be 
That I have grieved my Lord, my God, 
Who did so much for me? 

O Lord, my soul is sore distressed, 
All helpless here I lie ; 
Deliver me from Satan's bonds, 
O leave me not to die. 


As thou didst by thy touch, of old, 
Remove the leprosy, 
Touch now the leprosy of sin 
Which daily torments me. 

Then shall my tainted heart be clean, 

And I by thee be blessed, 

Then shall my tears be wiped away, 

Then shall I find sweet rest. 1900. 

S. M. 

"Give thanks unto the Lord" 
And praise His precious name ; 
To rescue all mankind from sin, 
From heaven to earth He came. 

Ye who have been redeemed, 
Praise Him with one accord ; 
Let cv'ry ransomed sinner say, 
"Give thanks unto the Lord." 

"Give thanks unto the Lord," 
That He a child was born 
And in a lowly manger lay 
Upon a Christmas morn. 

When on your dying- bed 

Thank Him with your last breath, 

Because He died for you and gained 

The vict'ry over death . 1900. 


L. M. 

In Jesus I have a true friend, 

To Him in trouble I can go ; 

His mercy hath no bound, His grace 

For sinners doth forever flow. 

Though earthly friends all me forsake 
And I be left to toil alone, 
I know that Jesus is my friend 
Whose blood for my sins did atone. 

With Him I can go anywhere, 
With him my soul can have no fear, 
For well I know no cruel foes 
Can harm me While Jesus is near. 

O Jesus, my best, truest friend ! 

Keep me forever by thy side, 

That my weak, fainting, trembling heart 

May ever in sweet rest abide. 1900. 

C. M. 

O Holy Spirit, Comforter, 
Come forth and dwell within 
This weak and sinful heart of mine, 
Remove all stains of sin. 

O shed abroad within my heart, 
Thy blessed light divine 
And may that blessed heavenly light 
Within my heart e'er shine. 


May it forever guide my feet 
While journ'ying here below, 
And may it be a power to me 
To banish ev'ry foe. 

And when I stand on Jordan's banks, 

Conduct me safely o'er 

To the bright new Jerusalem, 

On Canaan's happy shore. 1900. 

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When upon the clouds of heaven, 
We the Son of- Man shall see, 
Coming with great pow'er and glory, 
All the dead in earth and sea 
Shall arise and stand before Him, 
All their deeds shall be made known 
By the righteous Judge of nations, 
Seated on His glorious throne . 

None but God the Father knoweth 
Of that great and glorious day, 
Of that day when both the heaven 
And the earth shall pass away, 
And the final separation 
Shall be made of all mankind, 
When the wicked shall 'be banished, 
But the righteous rest shall find. 


Are you ready, are you watching 
For the coming- of that day? 
Are you heeding his commandment, 
Do you daily watch and pray? 
O beware, lest when He cometh, 
He may find you fast asleep, 
And while others are rejoicing, 
You lament and wail and weep ! 

Jesus, be thou ever with us, 

Daily draw us close to thee, 

Guide us safely through life's journey, 

Till thy glorious face we see, 

And we in the heavenly mansions, 

With the saints who've gone before, 

Shall sing praises and adore thee 

King's of kings forevermore. 1900. 

O Lord from me do not depart, 
Upon my frail and impure heart, 
My sins have left a gloomy trace, 
O Lord remove it by thy grace. 

Lord Jesus by thy blood cleanse me, 

From sin and make me pure and free ; 

Give me a heart free from all guilt, 

Then do with me whate'er thou wilt. 1901. 

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Jesus my cross I'll bear, 

My Cross I'll bear; 

Though Satan in my path, 
May cast his snare ; 

When filled with grief and care, 

Jesus my cross I'll bear, 
My cross I'll bear. 


Throughout my life I'll tread 
The narrow way; 

Nor will I from that path 
E'er go astray; 

While I for death prepare, 

Jesus my cross I'll bear, 
My cross I'll hear. 

Though enemies of thine, 
Upon me frown, 

My cross I still will bear 
Nor lay it down ; 

Till by death freed from care, 

Jesus my cross I'll bear, 
My cross I'll bear. 


In my Father's house on high 
There are many mansions bright, 
There is neither pain nor sigh 
In that home where all is light : 
There upon His glorious throne, 
Sits the Lamb for sinners slain, 
Who for man's sin did atone 
And removed each guilty stain. 

There in garments pure and white, 

All the saints of God shall stand, 

As the sun's bright radiant light, 

They shall shine in Zion's land ; 

They shall fall down at the feet 

Of the Lamb whom they adore, 

There all saints of God shall meet, 

Meet to part again no more. 1901. 


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Once I wandered away from my kind Father's house 
And all the rich comforts within ; 
I forsook my 'bright home and my kind Father's care 
And roamed in the pathway of sin. 

When I spent all my strength a great famine arose 
And I very hungry became ; 

When I came to myself and remembered my home, 
I was filled with regret and with shame. 

Then I said, I'll arise, to my Father I'll go 
And say, I have sinned against thee 
And against heaven too have I sinned and am now 
No more worthy thy son to be. 

Weary, worn and distressed, I arrived at my home, 
My Father embraced me and said, 

'Tis my son Who was lost and who now has been found, 
My son is alive who was dead. 

Free from sorrow and care, now securely I dwell 

Within my kind Father's bright home ; 

In 'the broadway of sin and of unrighteousness, 

No more will I wander or roam. 1901, 

S. M. 

Thy precious word O Lord, 
I've laid up in my heart, 
That I may not against thee sin, 
Nor from thy law depart. 


Thy word, O Lord, is truth, 
And to my feet a guide, 
While it remaineth in my heart, 
I'll want for nought beside. 

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Thy word within my heart, 
Brings comfort to my soul, 
It drives the evil demons out, 
Who seek to gain control. 

Lord, may thy precious word 

Remain fore'er within 

My heart, now broken and contrite, 

And keep me free from sin. 190 1, 

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Lord, with a broken heart, 

I come to thee, 
"Let thy mercies, O Lord, 

Come unto me ;" 
Satan distresses me, 
I'm all iniquity, 
Humbly I come to thee 

I come to thee. 

Lord, by thy grace remove 

All sin from me, 
Then from henceforth, "I'll walk 

At liberty;" 
O Lord I long to be 
From sin and sorrow free, 
Trusting, I come to thee, 

I come to thee. 1901, 


C. M. 

Arise young children of the cross 
And arm you for the fight, 
Put on the armour of your God 
And battle for the right. 

Satan with his vile host is near 
And seeks to draw away 
The lambs of Jesus from the fold 
Into the dark broadway. 

His many vile, alluring baits, 
Confront you ev'rywhere, 
And you will faint unless you go 
Daily to God in prayer. 

Arise then children of the Lord, 

Be strong like men and fight; 

Put on the armour of your God 

And battle for the right. 190 1, 

L. M. D. 

O sacred Rock, to thee I cling, 
Thou who dost rich salvation bring 
To all who firmly cling to thee, 
O hide me sacred Rock in thee ! 
Around me angry billows roll 
Which daily taunt and vex my soul, 
But no harm can they bring to me 
If I but firmly cling to thee. 


O sacred Rock! daily draw me 

Nearer to thee, nearer to thee, 

Until I leave this mortal clay 

And 'by angels be borne away 

To Paradise, there to be free 

From all temptations, and with thee 

Forever dwell in mansions bright, 

Where all is bliss, where all is light. 1901. 



P. M. 

Lord, teach me how to live, 
Lord make me wholly thine, 
That day by day before the world 
My light may brightly s'hine. 


Jesus may my light 

Brighter each day grow, 

That the world thy precious name, 

Early may learn to know. 

When Satan tempts me Lord, 
When all his hosts assail 
My soul and seek to conquer it, 
O let them not prevail. (Chorus.) 

And when at last I stand 

Before thy glorious throne, 

May I thy glorious face behold 

And her thee say, "Well done!' (Chorus.) 




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If I make my bed in hades, 
I will not fear nor despair, 
For I have the blest assurance 
That thou wilt be with me there. 

There with thee, in sweet enjoyment, 
I will dwell in Paradise 
Till the day of resurrection, 
When all from their graves shall rise. 

Then on joyful wings ascending, 
I shall journey through the sky 
To the mansions bright and golden, 
In that blessed home on high. 

So teach us our days to number, 
Give to us hearts pure and wise 
And the blessed, sweet assurance 
Of a home beyond the skies. 

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"Blessed is he that cometh 
In the name of the Lord, 
Hosanna in the highest," 
O hear them shout the word ! 
The Lord of life is coming 
Into Jerusalem, 
The pilgrims are rejoicing, 
Come, let us join with them. 


Come, let us go and meet Him 

And glorify His name, 

For He is meek and lowly, 

To earth from heaven He came ; 

He came to bring salvation 

To all who will believe 

On Him and will with gladness 

His saving grace receive. 

Then let us go and meet Him 

And worship at His feet, 

And with the happy pilgrims, 

The joyful song repeat, 

"Hosanna in the highest," 

Praise Him with sweet accord, 

"Blessed is he that cometh 

In the name of the Lord." 1901. 

C. M. 

O glorious day on which our Lord 
Rose from the rocky tomb, 
That day on which the grave was robbed 
Of victory and gloom. 

With joyful hearts and songs of praise, 
We hail this glorious day 
When Christ the King of glory drove 
Death's terrors all away. 

Hail, Jesus ! thou once crucified, 
But now our risen Lord ! 
Thy sacred and most precious name, 
We praise in thought and word. 


Let all the nations far and near, 

Repeat with one accord, 

Upon this joyful Easter day, 

Hail to our risen Lord! 1901, 

S. M. 

I come to thee dear Lord, 
My ever dearest friend ; 
Thy love to me is wonderful, 
Thy mercy hath no end. 

I come just as I am, 
Plunged in the depths of woe, 
For there is none beside thee Lord, 
To whom I thus can go. 

Before thy mercy seat, 

I humbly bow my knee 

And from my 'heart I now repent 

That I offended thee. 

Hear thou my prayer O Lord 

And all my sins forgive 

And grant that I through all my days 

In righteousness may live. 190 1, 

C. M. D. 

O Christ thou art the corner-stone 
Of thy Church here below, 
Thy Church is built on thee alone, 
On it thou dost bestow 


Thy grace and thy redeeming power 
And daily thou dost send 
A bountiful and gracious shower 
Of blessings without end. 

Other foundations none can lay 

That that already laid; 

'Tis thee, my Savior and my God, 

By whom the earth was made ; 

Thou art the Rock on which was built 

Thy Chuch which ne'er shall fall, 

Where sinners are redeemed from guilt, 

Where grace is free for all. 

Help me dear Lord forevermore 

Upon that Rock to stand 

And take me when my work is o'er, 

Home to the Promised Land ; 

There to behold thy glorious face 

And sing with angels bright, 

To find a joyful resting place 

Where there will be no night. 1901. 

S. M. 

Lord, 'tis my heart's desire 
To do thy holy will, 
To follow in thy steps and all 
Thy precepts to fulfill. 

Daily, temptations come 
Which vex my soul within, 
Daily, does Satan strive to lead 
Me into paths of sin. 


Before thee, Lord, I bow 
And all my sins confess, 
Remember them no more but save 
Me from unrighteousness. 

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Help me, O Lord my God, 

Daily to grow in grace 

That I may ever find in thee 

A blessed resting place. 1901, 

L. M. 

Around the table with the twelve, 

Sat Jesus at the close of day, 

There, while he broke the bread for them, 

The Son of God was heard to say, 

This is my flesh broken for you, 
Which for the world I freely give, 
A sacrififice for all mandkind, 
Eat and thou shalt forever live. 

And when they had done eating bread, 
He took the cup and thus spake he, 
This is my blood given for you, 
"This do in remembrance of me." 

Jesus, thou art gone to thy home, 
To the bright mansions in the sky, 
But still thy feast for us is spread, 
To which we with firm faith draw nigh. 

Here Lord we call upon our souls 

To thank thee and thy name adore, 

For this sweet food which we receive 

And eat and live forevermore. 1901. 


C. M. 

From morn till eve I'm tossed about 
On life's dark stormy sea ; 
The dark and gloomy waves of sin 
Are roaring around me. 

But through the darkness and the gloom 

I see a radiant light, 

Toward which I steer while journeying through 

The dark and stormy night. 

That light is Jesus Christ who stands 
On Canaan's blissful shore, 
And if I keep my eyes on Him 
He'll guide me safely o'er. 

Help me O Lord to fearlessly 

Launch forth upon life's sea ; 

Help me ,wben sin's dark waves rise high 

To keep my eyes on thee. 1 90 1. 

S. M. 

O God most merciful, 
Who art of purer eyes 
Than to behold iniquity, 
Help a poor sinner rise. 

O gracious Father, thou 
Desirest not the death 
Of sinners, come to us and breathe 
On us thy loving breath. 


Grant us forigiveness Lord, 
Forgiveness full and free, 
Help us when Satan tempts our souls, 
Ever to cling to thee. 

Make us cheerful in faith, 

From gloominess of mind, 

Deliver us and grant that we 

Eternal rest may find. 1901, 

8s & 5s. 

Jesus, Savior, blest Redeemer, 
Who died for the wretched sinner, 
Who is now our intercessor 
At the Father's throne. 

Jesus, Savior, we adore thee, 

Humbly we now bow before thee, 

And we from our hearts implore thee, 

Wash our sins away. 1901. 

L. M. 

O Lord open our eyes that we 
May all our faults and follies see; 
Help us to walk in that blest way 
Of righteousness from day to day. 

Be pleased O Lord, we mplore thee, 

To heal our souls and set us free 

From sin, thy spirit on us pour 

That we henceforth may sin no more. 1901. 



6s & 4s. 

O Father ,hear the plea 
Our nation brings to thee, 

Save thou our chief ; 
Deaths angel hovers nigh, 
O 'hear our nation's cry, 
Suffer him not to die, 

Save us from grief. 

Thou who dost with us dwell, 
Who doeth all things well, 

(Our hearts are rent, 
Our tears in torrents fall,) 
To thee O God we call, 
Spare him so dear to all, 

Our President. Sept. 13, 190 1. 

L. M. 


Jesus, w<ho from thy bright home came 
Long years ago to earth below, 
To save a wretched sinful world 
From everlasting doom and woe. 

Thou who didst by thy gentle voice 
And by the touch of thy kind hand, 
Comfort the sick and sorrowing 
As thou didst journey through the land. 


Lord, thy kind voice and gentle hand 
Can still bring comfort and relief 
To men and nations everywhere 
Plunged deep in sorrow, pain and grief. 

Lord, mercifully look upon 
Our sore oppressed nation today, 
Jesus, stretch forth thy tender hand 
And wipe our bitter tears away. 

Lord, give us faith both firm and true, 
That we amid sorrow may say, 
In the words of our sainted Chief, 
"God's will be done, it is his way." 

Sept. 19, 1 90 1. 

C. M. 

Lift up your hearts in grateful praise 
To God who dwells on high ; 
To heaven's throne your voices raise, 
Hosannas be your cry. 

For mercifully has our Lord 

Dealt with his people here, 

Then raise your hearts with one accord 

And his blest name revere. 

Praise him for sending showers of rain 
Upon the harvest field 
And ripening the golden grain, 
Our daily food to yield. 

Ye people throughout this broad land, 

Who reap the golden store, 

Lift up your voice, join heart and hand 

And praise him evermore. 1901. 


L. M. D. 

Omniscient God, enthroned on high, 
Who saw the grief and heard the cry 
Of thy own people Israel, 
Who in captivity did dwell ; 
Thou, who, with thy almighty hand 
Didst bring them to the Promised Land 
Where they, from despots bonds set free, 
Might dwell in peace and worship thee. 

Hear thou our cry, O God of love, 

Look down from thy bright home above 

And view thy people suffering 

In Satan's hands and quickly bring 

Us forth and guide us on our way 

Until we reach the perfect day, 

When we, from Satan's bonds set free, 

Will ever praise and worship thee. 1901, 

8s, 7s ■& 4s. 

At the right hand of the Father, 
Where the bright angels surround 
God's white throne and sing his praises, 
Jesus now with glory crowned, 

Pleads for sinners 
With the Father day by day. 

Come ye who are heavy laden, 
Bow before the mercy seat, 
Come believing that your Savior 
Doth for you daily entreat- 

God the Father 
Who for his sake will forgive. 1901, 


L. M. D. 

Straight is the path, narrow the way 
Leading- to life, to endless day ; 
Straight is the path and few be they 
Who journey in that narrow way ; 
But still it can be found by all 
Who on the name of Jesus call ; 
O friend can it be said of you, 
That you are numbered with that few? 

If you are treading the broadway, 
Return again, without delay, 
To Jesus who will welcome you 
And lead you all your journey through ; 
Turn and against temptations figlit 
Stand firm for Jesus and the right, 
Haste then dear brother, turn today 
And tread the straight and narrow way. 


L. M. 

By faith my Lord and King I see, 
Seated in glorious majesty 
Upon his throne at God's right hand, 
In Canaan's fair and 'happy land. 

By faith I see the angels throng 
The Lamb of God and sing the song 
Of Moses and the Lamb so sweet 
And bow before the mercy seat. 


By faith I walk the golden street, 
By faith the Lamb of God I meet 
And dwell forevermore with him 
In the bright new Jerusalem. 

By faith in God's beloved son, 

I can each day temptation shun, 

By faith I live, in faith I'll die 

And go to dwell with him on high. 1901, 

7s, 6 lines. 

Jesus died, our souls to save, 
For our sins his life he gave ; 
O how wondrous was his love 
When he left his home above 
And came down to earth to die, 
From his Father's home on high. 

Jesus died our souls to save, 

Gained the vict'ry o'er the grave 

Satan's craft he brought to nought, 

With his blood our souls he bought ; 

All the guilt of sin he bore, 

Praise his name forevermore. 1901. 

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God my Father, God most high, 
Hear thy servant's humble cry, 
Night and morning, all the day 
Teach me thy most holy way. 


Jesus, who art ev'rywhere, 
Hear thy servant's humble prayer, 
Grant me strength each day to beat 
Satan down beneath my feet. 

Holy Spirit, blessed dove, 

Fill my heart with sacred love, 

Ev'ry day enable me 

To lead others unto thee. 1901. 

7s. 6 lines. 

Father draw us close to thee 
And thy glory let us see, 
Teach us, Father, day by day, 
How to live and watch and pray ; 
Ever with thy servants dwell, 
Rescue us from sin and hell. 

Savior, tender Shepherd, come 
And abide with us at home, 
Visit us from day to day, 
In thy presence let us stay; 
On thy bosom let us lean, 
Rescue, wash and make us clean. 

Spirit, Comforter, thou art 

Poured out freely on each heart, 

In our home rich blessings pour, 

Richly bless us evermore, 

In our homes dwell day by day 

Till from earth we pass away. 1901, 


S. M. 

My soul rhirsteth for thee 

Christ thou Lamb of God, 

1 long to tread in that bright path 
Which thine own feet have trod. 

fountain ever pure ! 

1 come to thee and drink, 
Wash all my guilt away and give 
Me faith that will not shrink. 

In this faith 'let me live, 

In this faith let me die, 

That I may dwell forevermore 

In mansions bright on high. 1901. 

THANKS GIVING (Acrostic). 

Thursday is Thanksgiving Day, 

Hearts are cheerful, glad and gay, 

Anthems are sung by the throngs, 

National Thanksgiving songs ; 

Kind friends, here and evrywhere, 

Spread the sweet, delicious fare, 

Good men, also, on this day, 

Into hovels find their way, 

Visit widows and oft bring 

Invalids glad Thanksgiving ;. 

Now let us in heart and word, 

Give thanks to our blessed Lord. 190 1. 


8s & 7s. 

Blessed Savior, dear Redeemer, 
Come and with thy saints abide, 
Let thy blessing rest upon us, 
Keep us ever by thy side. 

Send down rich, refreshing showers 
Of thy mercy and thy grace 
And enable us to daily 
Find in thee a resting place. 

May thy presence e'er be with us, 
Never from us Lord depart, 
May thy Holy Spirit ever 
Reign in each repentant heart. 

May he ever guide us onward 

In the straight and narrow way, 

Till in glory with the angels, 

We shall reign in endless day. 1901. 

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Tender Shepherd, loving Savior, 
Send thy richest blessings down, 
Open thou our understanding 
That we each thy love may own. 

Be thou ever present with us 

Lead us safely all the way 

O'er life's rugged, stony pathway 

To the realms of endless day. 1901. 


ios & 6s. 

"When I have finished my journey on earth,' 
Angels will come for me 
And will bear me to Canaan's land, 
Happy then I shall be. 


There in glory which hath no end, 

I shall forever reign, 

Where temptations, which vex me here, 

Never shall meet me again. 

In the bright, New Jerusalem, 
With its streets of pure gold, 
Falling down at my Savior's feet, 
I shall the saints behold. (Chorus.) 

Dwelling in heaven fore verm ore, 
What could more glorious be, 
Singing the praises of Him who died, 
Throughout eternity. (Chorus.) 1901. 

C. M. D. 

O, who will go and bear the Word 

To heathen far away, 

O, who will teach them how to tread 

The straight and narrow way ; 

O, who will heed the mournful cry 

Which comes across the sea, 

O, who will bravely rise and say, 

"Here am I, Lord, send me!" 



How can we bear to see them bow 
Before their idols made of stone ? 
O, who will tell them of the Lamb 
Whose blood for all sin can atone. 

Behold the victims sacrificed 

By heathen kings each year 

Because they never have been taught 

God's great name to revere. 

Can we, who have received the light, 

Longer remain away? 

O, will not 'some one soon go forth 

And teach them how to pray? (Chorus.) 


Glorious is thy throne O Lord, 
Glorious is thy throne on high, 
With a broken, contrite heart, 
To that throne I now draw nigh. 

Let them be ashamed, O Lord, 
Who forsake the name of thee, 
But I ne'er shall be ashamed 
Of thy name which saveth me. 

Heal me, O my Lord, heal me, 

Be thou nigh me all my days ; 

Save me, O my Savior, save, 

For thou Jesus art my praise. 1901. 


C. M. Is. Chao. 26. 


"O Lord, we 'have waited for thee," 
In thee we've placed our trust, 
Thou art upright and dost direct 
The pathway of the just. 

"In the way of thy judgments, Lord, 
Have we waited for thee, 
To thy name and memorial, 
Our thoughts shall ever be." 

O Lord, our God, while life shall last, 

May we thus wait for thee 

And then go home, with thee to dwell, 

Throughout eternity. 1901. 

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Hail ! thou blessed Christmas season, 
Once again to us come round 
When the churches of all nations, 
With glad songs of praise resound, 
When we sing the songs which angels 
Sang upon that Christmas morn, 
"Unto us a son is given, 
Unto us a child is born." 

Blessed be our God and Father 
Who so loved us that He gave 
His own Son, His well beloved, 
The whole sinful world to save ; 
Blessed be His name forever 
For His love to all mankind, 
Let us go and seek this Savior 
And in Him salvation find. 


Precious Savior, dear Redeemer, 

Thou who has set all men free 

From the bonds of sin and Satan, 

We our gifts now bring to thee, 

Freely from our hearts w T e give them, 

Take them and thy blessing give 

To us as we through life journey, 

That we may forever live. 1901, 

S. M. 

Savior, almighty friend, 
Thy precious name I love, 
With joyful heart I join my song 
With that of heaven above. 

I love thy name, O Christ, 
Because thou didst come down 
To earth and didst for me endure 
The wicked scoff and frown ! 

I love thy name because 
Thou didst in Gefthsem'ne, 
Endure great agony, and sweat 
Great drops of blood for me. 

Thy precious name I love, 

For thou didst die for me 

Upon the cross and from all sin 

Forever set me free. 190 1, 


In the silent dead of night, 
Radiant glory shone around 
Shepherds, watching o'er their flocks, 
Who in fear fell to the ground. 


But the angel of the Lord 
Spake consoling words to them, 
"Fear not, I good tidings bring, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem." 

'This snail be a sign to you, 
In the manger ye shall find, 
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, the child, 
Christ, the Savior of mankind.' 

Suddenly then there appeared 

Hosts descending through the sky, 

Singing joyfully the song, 

"Glory be to God on high." 190 1, 


Angel hosts came to the earth 
On that glorious Christmas morn, 
Chanting joyfully the song, 
"Christ the Prince of peace is born." 

That was many years ago, 
But the story ne'er grows old, 
For upon each Christmas day 
That same joyful tale is told. 

And as long as time shall last, 
Men the same sweet tale will tell, 
How the Prince of peace once came 
Down to earth with men to dwell. 

Thanks be to our God who sent 

His own Son to earth that day' 

To redeem us from the curse 

And take all our sins away. 1901. 


P. M. 

Heavenly Father, 

Bountifully giver 
Of ev'ry good and perfect thing; 

With adoration 

And supplication, 
We to thee now our offerings bring. 

Dear loving Savior, 

Blessed Redeemer, 
Who for sins did suffer and die ; 

Praying for pardon 

For our transgressions, 
We to they seat of mercy draw nigh. 

Comforting Spirit, 

Who doth proceed from 
God the Father, God the Son, 

With the Father 

And the Savior, 
We will adore thee, three in one. 1901, 

C. M. 

Savior divine, thy name I love, 
Thy pard'ning grace I crave, 
Send down thy mercy from above 
And a poor sinner save. 


There is no other name but thine 
That can save me from sin ; 
Cleanse now this unclean heart of mine 
And make me pure within. 


Savior divine, I long to leave 

The path I've trod so long, 

And to thee from henceforth to cleave 

And to thy church belong. (Chorus.) 

Savior divine, be thou my guide, 

Abide with me each day 

And keep me ever by thy side 

And teach me how to pray. (Chorus.) 

And when at last I lay me down 

Upon my bed to die, 

May I ascend to wear the crown, 

In thy bright 'home on high. Chorus.) 1901 

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Humbly at thy throne O Savior, 
Like the publican I bow, 
Be thou merciful and save me, 
Save me Jesus, save me now. 

Lord, I feel that I'm unworthy 
To lift up my eyes to thee 
So I humbly bow and pray thee, 
"God be merciful to me." 

With thy precious blood O Jesus, 

Cleanse my heart and make it pure, 

That I may with thee from henceforth, 

Make my peace and calling sure. 190 1, 



There is a home above 
Where all is bright and fair, 
Where all is peace and love, 
Sin ne'er can harm me there. 

My Savior dwells up there 
And doth the mansions bright 
For his own saints prepare, 
Whose garments are washed white. 

Soon will the Savior come 
And carry us away 
Up to that blessed home 
And wipe our tears away. 

Then with the ransomed throng, 

With saints who"ve gone before, 

We'll praise with sweetest song, 

Our Savior evermore. 1901. 


To the mount of Calvary, 
Where the cross of Jesus stands, 
W T here with wounded, bleeding side 
And with pierced feet and hands, 
Hangs the precious Lamb of God, 
For poor, wicked sinners slain, 
I will flee and wash away 
From my soul each guilty stain. 


From all wrath and pow'r of hell, 

I from henceforth shall be free, 

For my sins are washed away 

By the blood he shed for me ; 

Joy and peace now reign within 

My heart since to him I came, 

And with joy I now can sing - , 

Blessed be my Saviors name. 1901. 

C. P. M. 

Christ who upon the cross did die, 
Who has ascended up on high, 

Shall come to earth again ; 
In glory and great majesty, 
Will his great, final coming be 

To earth to Judge all men. 

Then they who nailed him to the tree, 
Upon the clouds their King shall see 

And they shall weep and wail ; 
But they who did their Lord accept 
And while on earth his precepts kept, 

Shall his great advent hail. 

Lord, may we here obey thy word 
And may our lives be in accord 

With thy divine decree ; 
That when that glorious day draws nigh, 
Redeemed at thy right hand on high, 

In glory may we be. 1 90 1. 


C. M. 

We bid the parting year farewell 
And thus again anew 
Upon the stormy sea of life, 
Our journey we pursue. 

We praise thy name, O Lord, for thou 
Hast brought us safely through 
The old year and permitted us 
To pass into the new. 

And as we enter now upon 

The threshold of the year, 

May we each day be mindful that 

Thou Lord art ever near. 1902, 

8s & 7s. 

When my heart is filled with gladness, 
Savior I would come to thee, 
Thanking thee for all the blessings 
Which thou sendest down to me. 

In the hour of sore affliction, 
When my soul is filled with grief, 
I would come to thee my Savior, 
For in thee I find relief. 

When the time at last draws near me, 
When I must lie down and die, 
When I breathe my last, O Jesus, 
May I feel that hou art nigh. 


May my soul go from this body 

Free from ev'ry worldly care 

And in joy descend to Hades 

And dwell with rny Savior there. 1902. 

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Jesus I rest in thee, 

I rest in thee ; 
To lean upon thy breast, 

Is bliss to me ; 
From sin and shame I flee, 
Jesus I rest in thee, 

I rest in thee. 

When at the morning's dawn, 

Refreshed I rise 
And to the heavens above 

Lift up mine eyes, 
My sweetest song shall be, 
Jesus I rest in thee, 

I rest in thee. 

When trials sorely vex 

My soul within 
And Satan with his wiles, 

Tempts me to sin, 
This thought shall strengthen me, 
Jesus I rest in thee, 

I rest in thee. 

And when I lie upon 

My bed to die, 
O may I realize 

That thou art nigh, 


And may my last thought be, 
Jesus I rest in thee, 

I rest in thee. 1902. 

L. M. D. 

When storms around me fiercely rage 
And Satan's host their powers engage 
To tempt my soul from Christ away 
And taunt and mock me night and day, 
There is a place where I can flee, 
Where Satan's host can ne'er find me ; 
"Tis to that Rock from which the blood 
For ransom flowed, in crimson flood. 

To that Rock I'll closely cling, 

There I will all my trials bring, 

In that shed blood I'll wash my soul 

And thus be made completely whole, 

And throughout life my trust shall be 

In Him who shed his blood for me, 

And of his wondrous love I'll sing 

And others to that Rock I'll bring. 1902. 

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Behold the fountain on Calvary, 
Where crimson blood is flowing so free, 
Flowing so precious, for you and me, 
From Jesus' wounded side. 



Sinners to that precious fountain flee, 
It will cleanse and make you pure and free 
From sin and sorow and you will be 
Heirs to eternal life. 

Come to that fountain, do not delay, 
Come, let it wash your sins all away, 
List to the Savior, O hear him say, 
Come unto me and live. (Chorus.) 

Come to that fountain while it is day, 
For nig'ht will come if you long delay, 
From that blest fountain turn not away, 
Come and forever live. (Chorus.) 

9s. (Tune, "Sweet By and By.") 

Jesus Christ has ascended on 'high, 
To prepare a bright mansion for me 
In that land where no sorrow can come, 
Where the saints are all happy and free. 


'Tis the home of the blest, 
Where the shadows of night never come ; 

There the saints are at rest 
With their Lord in that heavenly home. 

This same Jesus who now dwells on high 
Will send down his bright angels for me 
When I've finished my journey on earth, 
When my soul from all sin shall be free, 
In the home of the blest, etc. 


Jesus 'help me to walk in that path, 

In that beautiful path thou hast trod, 

So that when I shall lay down life's cares, 

I with joy shall ascend to my God. 

To the home of the blest, etc. 1902. 


Little children seek the Lord, 
Love him with your heart and soul, 
Seek him while he may be found 
While the golden moments roll. 

Little children love the Lord, 
Love the Savior who* has bought 
Sinners with his precious blood, 
Who the wand'ring sheep has sought. 

Little children serve the Lord 
Ev'ry hour of the day 
As you journey o'er life's path, 
You will find that it will pay. 

Little children praise the Lord 

With your lips and from your heart, 

In the Shepherd's fold abide, 

Never from life's path depart. 1902. 

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I am saved by Jesus' blood, 
Blessed be the name of Jesus, 
Which from Calv'ry's mountain flowed, 
Blessed be the name of Jesus. 


He is my light and way, 
He all my debt did pay, 
Now from my heart I say, 
Blessed be the name of Jesus. 

For my sins he did atone, 

Blessed be the name of Jesus, 

And has bought me for his own, 

Blessed be the name of Jesus. (Chorus.) 

On the cross for me he died, 

Blessed be the name of Jesus, 

He my soul has sanctified, 

Blessed be the name of Jesus. (Chorus.) 


L. M. 

I love the church which bears the name 
Of Jesus Christ the Holy one, 
The church which has been built upon 
The Solid Rock, God's only son. 

Other foundation none can lay 
Than that which is already laid, 
That which is Jesus Christ our Lord, 
Who by his blood new creatures made. 

Upon that solid Rock Til build, 
Help me O Lord to firmly stand 
Throughout my life and when I die, 
Conduct mv soul to Canaan's land. 



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Jesus, mighty King, we praise thee 
For thy wondrous love to men ; 
Out of darkness thou didst bring us 
Into heavenly light again ; 

Thou are worthy 
To be praised by all mankind. 

At the right hand of the Father 
Thou didst sit exalted high, 
Where the saints and holy angels, 
Day and night with rev'rence cry, 

"Thou are worthy 
To be thus exalted high." 

With the saints and holy angels, 
We would join in songs of praise 
To our blessed, dear Redeemer 
And to thee our voices raise, 

Thou art worthy 
To be praised forevermore. 1902. 

S. M. 

Jesus, My Lord, I rest 
In thy blest love today, 
'Tis sweet to me to rest in thee 
And daily watch and pray. 

Jesus, from morn till eve, 
I hide myself in thee, 
In thee I rest, my soul is blest 
By thy blood shed for me. 


Jesus, the day draws nigh 

When I thy face shall see, 

Then with the blest in peace I'll rest 

Throughout eternity. 1902. 

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Jesus, man of sorrows, who 
While on the earth didst suffer woe, 
Who in dark Gethsemane, 
Bowed in bitter agony. 

Look in mercy now upon 
A poor wretched, sinful one, 
By thy grace deliver me 
From all woe and misery. 

Thou, the heavy penalty 
Of my sins, didst pay for me, 
And I know, though dark my sin, 
Thou canst make me pure within. 

Then Lord Jesus look on me 
With thy heav'nly sympathy 
And by thy redeeming love, 
From my soul all sin remove. 1902. 

L. M. 

Long years ago, at God's right hand, 
The Savior from his throne arose 
To meet his faithful servant who 
W r as stoned to death by frenzied foes. 


For Jesus' and the Gospel's sake, 
That man his life on earth laid down, 
He kept the faith until his death 
And gamed an everlasting crown. 

Lord, may I, like that faithful man, 

Throughout my life keep serving thee, 

That I may see thee too, at last, 

Rise from thy throne to welcome thee. 1902. 

C. P. M. 

"My soul doth magnify the Lord," 

My heart and tongue with sweet accord 

Shall his blest love proclaim ; 
My spirit doth in Him rejoice, 
I'll sing his praise with heart and voice, 

For holy is his name. 

O wondrous is that love of 'his ! 
From age to age his mercy is 

On them that fear his name ; 
For he hath showed strength with 'his arm, 
To rescue all mankind from harm, 

To sin cursed earth he came. 

He hath remembered his mercy, 
Exalted them of low degree, 

The proud heart hath he stilled ; 
Hath sent the rich away empty, 
The poor, the wretched, and hungry, 

He hath with good things filled. 


"My soul doth magnify the Lord," 
He is the ever living- Word 

W'ho came to earth to die ; 
His life for man he freely gave 
That he poor sinner's souls might save 
. From sin and misery. 1902. 

8s, 7s & 4s. 

Guide me Heavenly Father, guide me, 
Through this dark and dreary land, 
Through the valley of the shadow 
Lead me safely by thy hand ; 

When I'm lonely, 
May I firmly cling to thee. 

When I wrestle with temptations 
And for help upon thee call, 
May my soul each day be strengthened 
To resist them one and all ; 

When I'm tempted 
May I firmly cling to thee. 

When the day of death approaches, 
When I cross o'er Jordan's flood 
To the blessed land of Caanan, 
There to dwell with thee my God ; 

When I'm dying 
May I firmly cling to thee. 1902. 


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Jesus leads me, safely leads me 
In the straight and narrow way ; 
While I keep my eyes upon him, 
I shall never go astray ; 

Jesus leads me 
In the path of righteousness. 

O'er the sea of life I'm sailing, 
Oft the waves of sin roll 'high, 
But they ne'er can overwhelm me 
For my Savior's ever nigh, 

And I hear him 
Saying to the waves, "Be still." 

When my soul is sorely tempted 
By the 'hosts of hell and sin, 
I remember that he's near me 
And I'm filled with peace within ; 

Jesus leads me 
Safely in the path of life. 1902. 

C. M. 

She Savior of mankind proclaimed, 
When he upon earth trod, 
"Lo, I am come to do thy will," 
To do thy will O God. 

We thank thee, Savior, that thou hast 
With all these words complied 
And that thou didst that will by which 
We have been sanctified. 


This holy covenant which thou 
Didst to us Lord impart, 
To put thy laws upon our minds 
And write them on our heart. 

By which thou dost assure us ttet 
Our sins thou wilt no more 
Remember, and thy saving grace, 
Wilt on our faint hearts pour. 

Then Lord, receive the thanks we bring 

For thy blest gift divine 

And may we live and die in thee 

And be forever thine. 1902. 

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See the crimson flood now flowing 
From the Savior's wounded side, 
From the Rock in which poor sinners 
From all storms may safely hide. 


I am coming to that fountain, 
To that flood which flows for me, 
To that precious, loving Savior 
Who has died to set me free. 

From my Savior I had wandered 
In the path of sin so wide, 
Till I heard of that pure fountain 
Flowing from my Savior's side. 



Lord my load of sin is heavy, 
But thy shed blood can, I know, 
Though my sins may be as scarlet, 
Make them whiter than the snow. 


L. M. 

My God accept the vows I make 
To serve thee with my heart and mind, 
May I of heavenly grace partake 
And rich salvation ever find. 

Temptations will my soul oppress 
And seek to draw my heart from thee, 
But thou, from all unrighteousness, 
Canst by thy strength deliver me. 

Thy promises are true, O Lord, 
Help me to trust in thee each day, 
Help me to understand thy Word, 
Help me to daily watch and pray. 

And when in death I close my eyes, 
May I be free from ev'ry care, 
That I may at the last day rise 
To meet my Savior in the air. 

And may I at thy rigfh't hand shine 

Forth as the sun eternally, 

And with the saints in glory stand 

And ever with my Lord to be. 1902. 


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On that glorious Easter morning, 

Jesus rose victoriously, 

Over death and grave triumphant, 

Evermore alive to be ; 

Death no more can have dominion 

Over Christ the Prince of Peace, 

He who once was dead now liveth 

And poor sinners doth release. 

Blessed be his name forever, 

For he hath done all things well, 

By his death and resurrection 

Saved our souls from sin and hell ; 

Jesus, Savior, we adore thee, 

For thou art the sinner's friend, 

Let thy Spirit dwell within us, 

Keep us faithful to the end. 1902. 

L. M. 

Give me O God a heart so pure 
A contrite heart so brave and strong 
That I temptations may endure 
And triumph over all that's wrong. 

And when my earthly day is done 

And shades of night begin to fall, 

May I the victory have won, 

Through thee, o'er death and grave and all. 

Then let thy servant Lord depart 

Tn peace according to thy word/ 

Redeemed by thee and pure in heart 

Let me ascend to meet my Lord. 1902. 


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Holy Spirit from on high, 
Who our hearts doth sanctify ; 
Come and in our hearts abide, 
Turn all evil thoughts aside, 
Let thy heavenly light shine in 
Our faint hearts and banish sin. 

Holy Spirit guide our feet 
To the glorious mercy seat, 
Guide us in the narrow way, 
To the bright and perfect day, 
When the waves of sin roll high, 
May we feel that thou art nigh. 

Holy Spirit be our guide 

To our Savior's wounded side 

Where his blood, still flowing free, 

Brings to sinners liberty ; 

Blessed Comforter divine, 

In our hearts forever shine. 1902. 

L. M. 

Thy saints, O Lord, give praise to thee, 
For thou didst make salvation free 
To all who will the gift receive 
And on thy precious name believe. 

To thee, O Lord, our voice we raise, 

For thou art worthy of all praise, 

For thou art ever near to aid 

Poor sinners who have from thee strayed. 


Blest be thy name forevermore, 

Thy name whom saints on earth adore, 

And join with all thy saints in heaven 

And sing glory to thee be given. 1902. 

L. M. 

Thy word, O Lord, is truth, 'tis power, 
Can strengthen sinners ev'ry hour, 
Can lead them to the Lamb of God 
And guide them in the path he trod. 

Thy word, O Lord, is pure, complete, 
It is a lamp unto my feet, 
'Tis soothing balm to my poor soul, 
Can make my troubled spirit whole. 

Lord may thy light forever shine 
Into this sinful heart of mine, 
And banish ev'ry guilty stain, 
Let nought but holiness remain. 

Then free from sin my voice I'll raise, 

In songs of love and sweetest praise 

To thee my God of light and love, 

Exalted on thy throne above. 1902. 

L. M. 

Lord when temptations sorely press 
My soul and fill me with distress, 
To thy dear cross in faith I flee 
And safely hide myself in thee. 


No other refuge Lord have I, 
To no one can poor sinners cry 
But unto thee whose blood alone 
Did for poor sinners' guilt atone. 

Then Jesus hear my humble prayer, 

I thank thee for thy tender care, 

Now 'let thy love on me descend 

And keep me faithful to the end. 1902. 

L. M. 

Before thy holy altar Lord, 
In faith I humbly bow my 'head, 
Cleansed from my sins by thy shed blood, 
I feed on thee the living bread. 

Thou art the living bread which came 
Down from the Father's throne above, 
And whosoever eateth shall 
Abide forever in thy love. 

Thy body, Lord, broken for all, 
Is food for ev'ry fainting soul ; 
It keeps the guilty conscience still 
And makes the vilest sinner whole. 

Thy blood, O Lord, is drink indeed, 
Can quench the thirst of sinful men, 
Lord fill our hearts with faith that we 
May drink and never thrist again. 

And may we ever with thee hold, 

With contrite hearts, communion sweet, 

And may we each day grow in grace 

And gather round thy mercy seat. 1902. 



I will glory in the cross 
Upon which my Savior died, 
Where by faith I see his blood 
Flowing from his wounded side. 

In the cross, now sanctified, 
I will glory ev'ry day 
For the blood He shed thereon 
Washes all my sins away. 

I will glory in the name 

Of the Lamb of God who gave 

His own life upon the cross 

That he might the whole wo rid save. 

I will praise the precious name 

Of that Savior I adore; 

Praise and thanksgiving I"ll give 

To the Lamb forevermore. 1902. 

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Awake, the time is coming, 
E'en now it is at hand, 
To send the precious Gospel 
To yonder heathen land ! 
The harvest now is ready 
And will you still delay 
To send the reapers over 
To bear the sheaves away? 


O see the heathen bending 

Beneath his load of sin ! 

Do not delay but send them 

Reapers to gather in 

The golden sheaves to Jesus 

Who did for heathen die, 

In him they have their portion. 

As well as you and I. 1902. 

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Hail thou National Thanksgiving, 
With glad hearts we now rejoice, 
Day of happiness and blessing, 
When we sing with 'heart and voice, 
Anthems to our God and Father, 
Who through tender mercy gave 
Civil and religious freedom 
Through our fathers true and brave. 

God hath visited his people 

And abundantly has blessed 

All their labors and delivered 

Them from war and gave them rest ; 

To his name then let our praises 

Ev'rywhere be sung today, 

May our nation ever prosper 

Until time shall pass away. 1902. 

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Come ye people now and let us 
All return unto the Lord, 
He hath torn and he will heal us, 
He has promised in his word 


To forgive all our transgressions 

If we but to him return; 

Come poor sinners, come and meet him, 

Why will you his offer spurn? 

See him standing, ever ready, 

The poor sinner to receive, 

Rise and to his presence hasten 

And on his dear name believe ; 

Though your soul may be most filthy 

Do not thou longer delay, 

For he, with his blood, is able 

To wash all your sins away. 1902. 

C. M. 

O Lord, my soul is filled with grief, 
My eyes are filled with tears ; 
'Tis for my many sins I mourn, 
My sins of former years. 

O Jesus, my almighty friend, 
O Savior can it he 
That I, a wretched sinner, brought 
Great grief, my Lord, to thee? 

The memory of all my sins 

Comes back each day to me 

And makes me weep because I brought 

Such agony to thee. 

O Savior pardon all my sins, 

Create my heart anew, 

That I may while I tarry here, 

The way of life pursue. 1902. 


C. M. D, 

Savior, let me come to thee 
And wash my sins away ; 

From thee and from thy blessed fold, 

1 oft have gone astray ; 

But I am weary of the road 
In which my feet have trod, 
I long-, O Jesus, to return 
To thee my Father God ! 


O Jesus, all my sins forgive 
And let me come to thee and live 
O Savior, keep me by thy side, 
There in thy rest may I abide. 

O Lord, unworthy though I be, 

Turn not away thy face 

From a poor, erring child of thine, 

But save me by thy grace.; 

E'en though my sins like scarlet be, 

Thy precious blood I know, 

Which thou didst shed upon the cross, 

Can make them white as snow. (Chorus.) 

O Lord, remember that I am 
But dust and judge me not 
According to my sins but by 
Thy loving kindness blot 
Out all my sins and within me 
A new, clean heart create, 
And daily guide me on the way 
To heaven's golden gate. (Chorus.) 



S. M. 

Lord to thy arms I flee, 

There safely to abide, 

There wash me with thy blood that flowed 

From out thy wounded side. 

Help me from day to day, 

To do thy blessed will, 

Teach me to strive while life shall last, 

Thy precepts to fulfill. 

And when I lay me down 

Upon my bed and die ; 

May I, from sin set free, ascend 

To dwell with thee on high. 1902. 

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O my soul look up to heaven 
To thy God who dwells above, 
From whom blessings, freely given, 
Flow with endless, boundless love. 

Where the saints of God are gathered 
Round his glorious mercy seat, 
Where the living creatures worship, 
Falling down at Jesus' feet. 

There no sorrow e'er can enter 
And no troubles ever rise, 
For the God of peace and comfort, 
Wipes all tears from sinners' eyes. 


Then my soul look up to heaven, 

Be not weary nor cast down ; 

To the end, if thou be faithful, 

God will give to thee a crown. 1902. 

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One by one the souls are fleeing 
From their earthly homes away, 
From all earthly pain and sorrow, 
From their mortal homes of clay. 

In the tombs we lay the bodies 
Of the saints whose souls have gone ; 
There to wait the trumpet's sounding 
At the resurrection's dawn. 

When the dead of ev'ry nation, 
All who sleep in land and sea, 
Shall arise and mortal bodies 
Put on immortality. 

Then the faithful, high ascending, 

Shall meet Jesus in the air, 

In Jerusalem the Golden, 

Peace and joy forever share. 1902. 


W'hen the trump of God shall sound, 
All the dead beneath the ground 
And beneath the sea shall rise 
And will meet Christ in the skies, 
And before him shall appear, 
Ev'ry nation far and near. 


Christ shall sit upon his throne 
And the faithful he will own ; 
With the angels they shall stand 
In white robes at 'his right hand, 
They shall free and happy be 
Throughout all eternity. 

Then the wicked, in disgrace, 
On his left hand he shall place ; 
They shall hear, with trembling heart, 
Those stern words, "From me depart," 
Forth to punishment they'll go, 
Into everlasting woe. 

Lord enable us while here 

To be faithful and revere 

Thy blest name and ev'ry day 

May we labor, watch and pray, 

That we may on that day stand 

With the blest at thy right hand. 1902. 

L. M. 

O Jesus, Shepherd, tenderly 
Through this vile world of sin lead me ! 
Lead me in paths of righteousness, 
Be ever near, my soul to bless. 

Thy name is ever dear to me, 
Grant Lord that it may never be 
That I thy precious name should spurn 
Nor to the path of sin return. 


If I forget to do thy will, 
"Let my right hand forget her skill," 
And let my tongue ne'er speak again, 
If e'er I league with sinful men. 

Jesus, my Savior, Brother, Friend, 

Let thy ridi blessings now descend 

Upon me as I journey o'er 

This vale of tears to Gaanan's shore. 1903. 

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Hear the loving Savior calling, 

Sinners come to me ; 

Will you heed the invitation 

Which he offers thee? 

He is calling day by day 

To the lambs who've gone astray, 

Hear O hear him gently say, 

Sinners come to me. 


Come to him, come to him today, 
See he daily waits for thee, 
Offers pardon full and free, 
To his loving arms now flee, 
Come to him today. 

To the weary he is calling, 

Come to me and rest, 

Come and in his loving guidance, 

Find sweet peace and rest ; 

Come your loving Savior seek, 

He is lowly he is meek, 

All ye weary, faint and weak, 

Come to him and rest. (Chorus.) 


Come and take my yoke upon you, 

Hear him gently say, 

You can bear it, for 'tis easy, 

Come O come today; 

In the Rock of Ages hide, 

In his blessed love abide, 

To your loving Savior's side 

Come O come today. 1903- 

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On the night of the betrayal, 
Jesus with the twelve reclined, 
After giving thanks the Savior 
Broke the bread and they all dined ; 
This is my flesh which is broken 
For you, this is what he said, 
'Eat and you shall live forever, 
For I am the living bread.' 

Then he took the cup and having 
Given thanks he gave to all, 
This is my blood which is given 
To save sinners from the fall ; 
This do ye whene'er ye drink it 
In kind remembrance of me, 
For I suffer shame and sorrow 
And I give my life for thee. 

Blessed be thy name O Savior 

Who for us did'st suffer so 

On the cruel cross and rescued 

Us from misery and woe ; 

Keep us, Jesus, ever mindful 

Of thy never ceasing love, - 

Till thou comest to receive us 

Into thy bright home above. !903- 


L. M. 

'Twas midnight and a cry was heard, 
Behold the Bridegroom doth appear ; 
Arise ye virgins and go forth 
To meet him for he draweth near. 

Alas for some ! they have no oil, 
Their lamps can give to them no light 
They are not ready to go forth 
To meet the Bridegroom at midnight. 

They went away and sought to find 
A place where oil was kept in store ; 
While they were gone the Bridegroom came, 
Entered the hall and shut the door. 

Sometime afterward they came forth, 
Wretched, forlorn and stood before 
The marriage hall and cried aloud, 
Lord, Lord, open to us the door. 

None but the faithful can e'er gain 
Admittance to this sacred spot ; 
Thus answered he and further said, 
"Depart from me, I know ye not." 

Awake, O Christian, sleep no more, 

Jesus, the Bridegroom, soon will come ! 

Be ready when he comes, to go 

With 'him to your eternal home. 1903. 


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When our Lord had finished speaking 
To the multitude around, 
From the mountain he descended 
And a certain scribe he found 
Who adored his Lord and Master 
And said to him rev'rently, 
Withersoever thou goest, 
Master, I will follow thee. 

Jesus said to him, "The foxes 
All have holes, each bird a nest, 
But the Son of man doth not have 
E'en a place his head to rest ;" 
Therefore if a man would follow 
Me he must count all thing- loss 
And deny himself and daily 
Follow me and bear his cross. 

Make us Jesus ever willing, 

Daily our own cross to take 

And each day throughout life's journey, 

Bear it for thy dear name's sake ; 

Till we reach the golden portal 

And tread on the golden street, 

Then with joy we'll cast our burden 

Down at our Redeemer's feet. 1903* 

S. M. 

Jesus on thee I lean, 
Thou art my strength alone ; - 
Thy blood shed free on Calvary, 
Did for my guilt atone. 


Jesus on thee I lean, 

Thou art my sure defence ; 

On Calv'ry's brow freely did'st thou 

For sin make recompence. 

Jesus on thee I lean 
And daily trust in thee ; 
Thy love so free delivered me 
From sin and misery. 

Jesus on thee I lean, 
Thou who wast dead but now 
Death hath no more dominion o'er 
But glory crowns thy brow. 

Jesus on thee I lean, 

May my faith never cease ; 

And when at last my days are past, 

May my soul rest in peace. I 9°3- 

L. M. 

Paul and Silas one time were cast 
In prison and their feet made fast 
In stocks, their backs bleeding and sore, 
But they their lot with patience bore. 

At midnight they sweet praises sang, 
The sweet strains through the prison rang, 
While they thus sang the Holy Word 
Was by the other pris'ners heard. 

They sang sweet songs and suddenly 
An earthquake set the pris'ners free ; 
The jailer, springing from his bed, 
Supposed the pris'ners all had fled. 


He drew a sword himself to smite, 
But Paul cried out with all his might, 
"Harm not thyself, for we're all here !" 
The jailer came, trembling with fear. 

And falling - down before the two, 
"Sirs, to be saved w'hat must I do?" 
He in true faith, from his heart cried, 
And they in soothing tones replied, 

Believe in Christ and thou shalt be 
Saved from thy sin and misery, 
Thou and thy 'house, Jesus will save, 
For he for sinners his life gave. 

; Twas long ago, but e'er since then 

These words have brought sweet peace to men. 

Believe in Christ and thou shalt be 

Saved from thy sin and misery. IO AV 

When I arrive at the river's brink 
W'here earthly sorrows are o'er, 
Angels will carry me over the flood 
To that bright golden snore. 


Free from all care, in my Savior's arms, 
Sheltered forever more 
From all temptations, I shall abide 
On that celestial shore. 

When I arrive in that happy land, 

Happy on Canaan's bright shore, 

I shall behold in garments of white, 

Loved ones who've gone before. (Chorus.) 


Jesus while I remain here below, 
Teach me to wait patiently 
Till thou shalt call me to that happy land 
Where I shall dwell with thee. IC P3- 


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W'hi'le trie multitude of people, 
On the Savior closely pressed. 
Parents brought their infant children 
To the Savior to be blessed. 


Suffer all the little children 
Freely to come unto me, 
For ye cannot see my Kingdom 
Except ye like children be. 

The disciples all rebuked them 

And thereby displeased their Lord 

Who to those who brought their children, 

Spoke the svmpathizing word. (Chorus.) 

In 'his arms he took and blessed them, 
Then departed on his way, 
But the blessed invitation 

He still gives to us each day. (Chorus.) 



Go ye therefore forth and teach 
All the nations of the world ; 
Go forth and the Gospel preach, 
Let vour banner be unfurled 


Over heathen bowing low 
To their gods of wood and stone, 
Rest not til'l all men shall know 
Christ who did for sin atone. 

Go ye therefore forth and tell 

Of the love of Christ to men ; 

How he rescued them from hell, 

How through him they're born again; 

Do not linger nor delay 

Lest they die and never know 

Him who came to earth one day 

All because he loved them so. I 903- 

C. M. 

Not far away but very near, 
Is Jesus my dear Lord ; 
I know that he is close by me, 
He tells me in his Word. 

Not far away but very near, 
The kingdom of God is, 
It is within my heart for he 
Is mine and I am his. 

Not far away but very near, 

Is heaven bright and fair, 

With all true foll'wers of the Lamb, 

Heaven is ev'rywhere. J 903- 


C. M. 

"As pants the hart after the brook, 
So pants my soul for thee 
O livng God," and for that fount 
Flowing so full and free. 

That fountain flowing from thy side, 
Pierced by a cruel hand, 
Can cleanse the poor benighted heart 
In the remotest land. 

To that pure fountain Lord I'll come, 

And of its water take 

And thou wilt all my sins forgive 

For thine own dear name's sake. l 9°3- 

L. M. 

Jesus when trials 'heavy press 
Upon this fainting heart of mine, 
Whene'er I'm filled with sore distress, 
I will not murmur nor repine. 

That they come not by chance I know 
But by thy gracious will they fall 
Upon the rich, the meek and low, 
Thou sendest them alike to all. 

When in distress to thee I'll go, 

In thy blest Word by faith I learn 

That all my trials here below, 

Thou wilt to my advantage turn. I 9°3- 


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Jesus guide me in the pathway 
Which thy 'blessed feet have trod ; 
In the path which leads to heaven, 
To my Savior and my God ; 

In that pathway, 
Lead me Jesus evermore. 

Savior never once permit me 
To depart in the broadway 
Which leads to death and destruction, 
Never leave me go astray ; 

Daily keep me 
In the straight and narrow way. 

Though through 'death's dark gloomy valley, 
I may walk yet I'll not fear, 
For I know that thou my Savior, 
Art with me, my heart to cheer ; 

Then with courage, 
I will journey on in faith. 

S. M. 

Savior bow down thine ear 
And hear my humble prayer, 
O Savior dear to me draw near, 
Let me thy goodness share. 

Be thou my constant guide 
While journ'ying here below. 
Ever be near my prayer to hear, 
Teach me thy way to know. 


In thee O Lord I trust, 

In thee I find sweet rest, 

I trust in thee, safely guide me 

To mansions of the blest. *903. 

C. M. 

With lowly, contrite hearts, O Lord, 
We bow before thy throne, 
We pray thee, wash us with thy blood 
Which doth for sin atone. 

E'en though our sins as scarlet be, 
Make thou thefrn white like snow, 
Make us to daily trust in thee, 
Teach us thy way to know. 

For all thy mercies to us known 

And unknown we thank thee ; 

Help us to trust in thee alone 

Now and eternally. 1903. 

S. M. 

'Tis joy, sweet joy to know 

That Jesus saves me now, 

That he doth cleanse me with 'his blood 

He shed on Calv'ry's brow. 

My soul 'hath found sweet peace, 
My soul hath found sweet rest; 
For Jesus claims me as his own 
And I am bv 'him blest. 


Thanks be to God who sent 

His own dear son to save 

The world from sin and triumphed o'er 

Death's terrors and the grave. J^S* 

L. M. 

Far away the 'helpless heathen 
Grope in darkness every day, 
They have never heard of Jesus, 
Not a ray of light have they. 

Send O send to them the tidings 
Of salvation which is given 
By our blessed Lord and Savior, 

And eternal rest in heaven. 


See them daily in their blindness, 

Bowing down to wood and stone, 

For they know not the Lord Jesus 

Who for sinners did atone. (Chorus.) 

Ye who have the light within you, 
Have you not for them a care? 
Open wide your heart and freely 
That blest light with them now share. (Chorus.) 


S. M. 

My heavy load of sin, 
Long years had burdened me ; 
Weary and sad I struggled on, 
Longing to be set free. 


In my distress I cried, 

Does no one care for me? 

Would that I knew where I might find 

One who could set me free. 

I heard a gentle voice 

S'aying, "Come unto me 

And I will give thee rest," thy load 

I will remove from thee. 

I came trusting in him 

And lo my load of sin 

Fell from my soul and then I found 

Sweet rest and peace within. 


[part Zhixb 

Who planned the daring raid which bears his name. 


Zbe Bnbrews IRaib. 



L RAVE men have often dared to die 
For nome and native land ; 
I now will tell the thrilling tale 
Of Andrews and his band — 
How in a noted rebel State, 
During our Civil War, 
They planned and made a daring raid 
And spread destruction far. 

'Twas on a Thursday night in March, 

Within a crowded nail, 

I saw the famous Andrews' Raid 

Portrayed upon the wall, 

While comrade Knight, the engineer 

Who ran the engine through, 

Told how the raid was planned and made 

By their small, gallant crew. 


He showed us pictures of the raid, 
Oil paintings large and grand, 
The railroad chase, the prison hole, 
And sufferings of their band ; 
He told the tale in thrilling tones, 
'Twas grand because 'twas true, 
I will relate in his own words, 
The thrilling tale to you. 



[WAS in the spring of sixty-two, 
Upon an April day, 
I stood among the "Boys in blue," 
And heard the Captain say, 
"Is there a man among this throng, 
By trade an engineer? 
If so, let him step forth at once 
And come right over here." 

At once I answered to his call 
And came to where he stood, 
I felt quite sure that I full well 
An engine understood ; 
He took me to a private tent 
And there explained a plan 
A band of men would execute, 
Led bv a daring man. 


"The man comes from Kentucky State," 
Said Mitchell, (for 'twas he 
Who held this confidential talk 
Beneath the tent with me), 
"He is a brave and daring man, 
And Andrews is his name, 
Although a native of the South, 
He's Union just the same." 

He told me also that that night, 

In a dark and lonely glen, 

Andrews would meet at twelve o'clock 

The band of chosen men, 

And there would thoroughly explain 

Just what concerned each man, 

Then they would journey South at once 

And execute the plan. 



.OT many miles from Shelbyville, 
At twelve o'clock that night, 
We met within a silent grove, 
Our army not in sight ; 
We formed a circle round about 
Brave Andrews while he spake 
About the daring, dangerous raid 
We were about to make. 


"Soldiers," said he, "to me give heed, 

While I explain to you, 

For you must rightly understand 

Just what each man must do. 

The task indeed is perilous, 

In it great danger lies, 

If you are caught I have no doubt 

You'll all be hung as spies." 

"To Chattanooga we will go, 
From there we will proceed 
To Marietta and prepare 
To do the daring deed ; 
The locomotive and some cars 
We'll take and speed away, 
The telegraph and bridges then 
Destroy along the way." 

"But listen now, just one word more, 

I Wish you all to know 

That you are volunteers, no one 

Will be compelled to go ; 

If there be one of you who thinks 

The task too hazardous, 

Go back to camp and tell no one 

What has become of us." 

Just twenty-one of us declared 

We'd follow and obey, 

Whate'er the consequence might be, 

We'd rather go than stay. 

Two of our band returned to camp, 

I never knew just why, 

But we resolved to make the raid, 

We had but once to die. 


"The object of this daring raid," 
Said Andrews, "I'll explain ; 
We'll cut off all the Reb's supplies 
By capturing the train 
And burning every bridge along 
The Georgia Railroad route, 
Which is the only means they have 
To send provisions out." 

"Now form your squads and I will give 
You money which you'll need, 
Then all disperse and to the South, 
At once with haste proceed." 
He dealt the money freely out, 
Then said in tones quite plain, 
"Good-bye to all," then we went forth 
Through mud and falling rain. 

Just here it may be well to state 
That Captain Mitchell's plan 
Was to move forth upon Huntsville 
The same day that we ran 
To Chattanooga witJh the train 
And burned the bridges down, 
The day on which we'd take the train 
He planned to take the town. 



E journeyed on o'er mountains high, 
The rain in torrents fell, 
We many miles on foot traversed, 
O'er hill, through wood and dell ; 


At last we met upon the bank 
Of the River Tennessee, 
There Chattanooga opposite, 
We all could plainly see. 

We asked a ferryman at once 

To take us o'er the stream, 

He said, '"Indeed of such a thing, 

I ne'er could even dream ;" 

We looked at him in great surprise 

And asked the reason why, 

"The reason why," said he, " 'tis plain, 

The wind is much to high.'" 

We tried in vain to urg-e the man 

To sail against the wind, 

But all our efforts were in vain, 

We could not change his mind ; 

When our requests all failed to move 

This Rebel ferryman, 

We changed our tactics and pursued 

A more successful plan. 

Right in his presence we began 

To laugh and joke and jeer, 

Declaring that Kentuckians 

Would show no sign of fear ; 

He could not stand that kind of talk, 

For soon we heard him call, 

"Come on, I'll take you o'er this stream, 

Or quickly drown you all." 

The trip was short but dangerous, 

But we had one task more, 

For we had heard that we would meet 

A guard upon the shore, 

Who would demand of each a pass 


Before he'd let us through, 
If he'd refuse to let us land 
We knew not what we'd do. 

Imagine our delight when we 

Found there no one to stay 

Our progress, but could step ashore 

And journey on our way ; 

No doubt because of such a storm 

They took the guard away, 

Thinking no one would dare to cross 

On such a stormy day. 

We hurried to the station, then 

We stepped on board the train, 

For Marietta we were bound, 

Would our trip be in vain? 

We reached the place about midnight, 

vStopped at a small hotel, 

We very soon were snug in bed, 

I never slept so well. 

The time was short, indeed I thought 
I'd scarcely closed my eyes 
Until I heard a voice ring out, 
"Awake ! 'tis time to rise." 
Each man made ready hastily, 
We started through the rain, 
We reached the station just in time 
To catch that fatal train. 

We stepped on board, seemed unconcerned 

As any in the crowd, 

The train was full of passengers 

Who talked and laughed quite loud ; 

We now. drew near to Big Shanty, 


Where we must do our work, 

We grit our teeth, determined that 

Not one his part would shirk. 



E reached the place about daylight, 
We heard the brakeman shout, 
"Big Shanty, you can breakfast here I" 
We quickly hurried out. 
The engineer and fireman 
And trainmen generally, 
Poured out and hurried to their lunch 
And left the engine free. 

Now was our time to make a dash, 

We could not long delay, 

Andrews whispered, "All right, boys ; 

On now and speed away." 

I quickly drew the coupling pin, 

They scrambled quickly on, 

I pulled the throttle open wide, 

Then, quickly we were gone. 

As we pulled out I caught a glimpse 

Of the excited throng 

Running about in wild dismay, 

I did not View them long, 

For they were soon lost to our view 

As we were hurled along, 

Once past a curve 1 saw no more 

Of the excited throng. 

The historic engine, " General," which was captured by 

Andrews and his men, April 12th, 1862. It is 

now at Chattanooga, Tenn. 


Soon afterwards we stopped our train 

And soon removed a rail, 

In order that we might delay 

Those following our trial ; 

We also cut the wires down 

Which side beside us ran ; 

John ScOtt climbed quickly up the pole, 

He was an active man. 

We cut a piece of wire out 
And placed it in our train, 
So that pursuers all might fail 
To mend the breach again ; 
Then we proceeded on our way 
According to our plan, 
Which was to run on schedule time, 
Accordingly we ran. 



L UT hindrances, which unforseen 
Before we made the raid, 
At Kingston met us and we were 
For one full hour delayed ; 
We thought we'd meet but one freight train, 
We met no less than three, 
Andrews inquired What the cause 
Of all these trains might be ? 


Immediately he was informed, 

It made his brave heart thrill, 

That Yankee Mitchell by forced march 

Had come upon Huntsville, 

And therefore all the rolling stock 

Was ordered quickly to 

Atlanta, and that these three trains 

Were hauling the stock through. 

Andrews was then asked who he was, 

He answered prompt and plain, 

"An agent under Beaureguard, 

I have a powder train ; 

We should indeed by all means be 

Now moving on our way, 

I very much indeed regret 

This unlooked-for delay." 

The last freight train at last arrived, 

And Andrews turned about 

And ordered that the switch be turned 

To let our train pull out ; 

The switch-tender refused and hung 

His keys upon the wall, 

Declared he would not turn the switch 

Nor let us out at all. 

Andrews, impatient, seized the keys 
And soon the switch was turned, 
The old man made a loud protest, 
Which was by Andrews spurned ; 
When he had passed to the main track 
Andrews threw down the keys 
Saying to the fierce old man, 
"I beg your pardon, please." 


"But we cannot afford to wait 

Upon a single man, 

The South would never win the day, 

According to your plan ;" 

He spoke these words, then stepped on board 

And we moved on once more, 

We ran from there with greater speed 

Than we had made before. 

Another station, Adairsville, 

Was but ten miles away, 

There we would meet another freight, 

We 'hoped 'twould not delay 

Us for a single moment more, 

For if we'd be too late 

To burn the bridges, stop pursuit, 

We'd surely meet our fate. 

A little south of Adairsville 

We made another stop, 

Where two or three more rails were loosed 

And quickly taken up ; 

John Scott as usual climbed trie pole 

And cut the wire loose, 

A pile of cross ties lying there, 

We took for future use. 

Our train arrived at Adairsville 
Before the expected freight, 
But fortunately for us all, 
W T e had not long to wait, 
For very soon the train arrived, 
Backed in behind our own, 
Obeying orders Andrews gave 
In a commanding tone. 


There now remained but one train more, 

Which was a passenger, 

The last train that lay in our way, 

Our progress to deter. 

We waited there five minutes more, 

The train did not appear, 

Andrews said, "We'll go ahead, 

We'll wait no longer here." 

We moved but slowly on at first, 

But soon increased our speed, 

I pulled the throttle open wide, 

Urged on my iron steed ; 

Thus we ran on into Calhoun 

And there we met the train, 

Which soon was passed and we now free 

Were gliding on again. 



ITHOUT a thougtit of danger we, 
Not far above Calhoun, 
Stopped to take up another rail 
And cut the wires down ; 
While thus engaged we heard a sound, 
A train appeared in sight, 
There was but one thing we could do, 
Twas to resort to flight. 

But from whence came this train you ask, 
We asked that question too ; 
How did it pass the broken rails, 


And manage to run through ? 
Let us return to Big- Shanty 
To where we took the train, 
Perhaps we can more fully then 
The mystery explain. 

The engineer and fireman 

And conductor of the train 

Which we had taken from them, were 

Fuller, Murphy, and Cain ; 

They had not yet begun to eat 

When we our work began, 

As I have said, we took the train 

And off with it we ran. 

Murphy's quick ear soon caught the sound 

Of the escaping steam, 

He looked at Fuller and exclaimed, 

It was almost a scream, 

"Your train is moving, Fuller, see !" 

And Fuller called to Cain, 

"Some one is on our engine and 

Is moving our train ! !" 

They hurried out but were too late, 

The train was under way, 

But these three men resolved at once 

That they would not delay ; 

So starting at full speed they ran 

After the flying train, 

As if they hoped to capture it 

And soon return again. 

They did not for a moment think 
That we were Union men, 
But that some conscripts from that camp 
Had ran away again ; 


They thought they'd surely find their train 
A mile or two away, 
And that they would not be compelled 
To cause a long delay. 

About two miles from Big Shanty, 

They found to their dismay, 

Where we had cut the wire off 

And carried part away ; 

Some workmen with a handcar were ' 

Found working near the place, 

They soon engaged the men and car 

And thus began the chase. 

Fuller knew well that at Kingston, 

Just thirty miles away, 

Three extra freights would meet our train 

And our project delay ; 

With the hand car they doubtless could 

Eight miles an hour make, 

He thought my working hard they might 

The fugitives o'ertake. 

While toiling thus the men also 

Engaged in idle talk, 

While thus engaged they realized 

A very sudden shock; 

Eadh felt a jar and then a jolt 

And then a sudden pitch, 

And soon each man was floundering 

Within a muddy ditch. 

They'd reached the place where we had torn 
The first rail from the track, 
And one was landed on his head, 
Another on his back ; 


Rut none were injured seriously, 
And like determined men, 
They placed the hand car on the track 
And hurried on agrain. 

i & i 

But after traveling- nineteen miles, 

They found at Etowah, 

An engine large and powerful, 

Men called it the Yona'h ; 

They seized this prize and rapidly 

Proceeded on their way 

Toward Kingston, which they hoped to reach 

Before we'd get away. 

They pulled their throttle open wide, 

Their engine thundered on, 

But when they reached Kingston at last, 

They found that we had gone ; 

But we had scarcely left Kingston, 

Were scarcely out of sight 

Of those freight trains which for an hour 

Had checked our rapid flight. 

But Fuller found his pursuit checked 

By the large extra freight, 

He could not pass it nor afford 

To lie there long and wait ; 

He left the Yona'h, walked around, 

The engine of the freight 

He took and hurried on again, 

But at a slower rate. 

Just twenty minutes of a start 
Had we of them from there, 
Although their freight engine for speed, 
Could not with ours compare ; 


But being still delayed by trains, 
A passenger and freight, 
Being delayed at Adairsville, 
We left there somewhat late. 

But Fuller was somewhat delayed, 
When coming to the place 
Where we had torn the rails away, 
He had to stop the chase 
With that engine, because he had 
No rails nor spikes at hand, 
Immediately they ran on foot 
And left the engine stand. 

The freight we passed at Adairsville, 

Soon met them on the way, 

They took that train and hurried back, 

Without a long delay ; 

This thoroughly explains the scene 

Witnessed above Calhoun, 

Where we beheld the Rebel train — 

Upon us bearing down. 



_E now return to where we left 
Our small excited crew ; 
When we beheld the train there was 
But one thing we could do ; 
That was to quickly mount our train 
And seek safety in fligrit, 
We climbed upon the train at once 
And fled with all our might. 

.. .^vv 

Conductor of the captured train, as he appeared March, 1904. 


There was one chance, we thought, remained, 

We had removed a rail, 

By which we hoped to stop pursuit, 

We thought it could not fail, 

Until we burned the bridge ahead, 

Which was not far away, 

Andrews believed we yet would be 

Likely to gain the day. 


But Alfred Wilson soon declared 

That it was very plain, 

They yet pursued, he saw the smoke 

Of the pursuing train ; 

On hearing this we slackened speed 

The truth to acertain, 

Yes, it was true, we plainly heard 

The whistle of their train. 

We next reversed our engine, then 
Our hindmost car cut loose 
And hurled it back upon our foes 
Who now were very close ; 
Their engine was reversed also 
When our car came nigh, 
It failed to injure them at all, 
They caught it on the fly. 

When we came near a slight up grade, 

We loosed another car 

And hurled it back and thus we hoped 

Their progress to debar ; 

But Fuller saw the car in time 

And quickly he reversed 

His engine, and they caught that car 

Just like they did the first. 


The Oostenaula bridge we saw 
Was now plainly in sight, 
We did not stop to burn it though, 
But crossed in rapid flight ; 
They were so close upon us that 
It filled our hearts with gloom, 
It seemed as if we were at last 
Rushing headlong to doom. 

But two 'hopes yet to us remained, 
One was to wreck their train, 
And if we failed to do that, then 
One course would yet remain, 
'Twas to run far ahead and burn 
A bridge or lift a rail, 
If we could not in that succeed, 
Our whole project must fail. 

Accordingly we sped along 
With a full head of steam, 
Our whistle sending forth at times 
A shrill and warning scream ; 
We now at intervals threw out 
Some cross-ties on the track, 
In order that they might obstruct 
And keep pursuers back. 

Mile after mile we thus traversed 
In that most dreadful chase, 
But this alone could not save us 
Nor win for us the race ; 
We now drew near to Dalton where 
We feared that we might find 
A force at hand to aid the band 
Pursuing us behind. 


There is a junction at that place, 

Two roads lead out from there, 

Two lines of telegraph also, 

We now had to despair 

Of reaching Chattanooga with 

The engine we possessed, 

We knew that Rebels would 'be there 

With orders to arrest. 

We passed Dalton in safety 

And on again we sped, 

But of those trains pursuing us, 

We were not much ahead ; 

Above Dalton we stopped and cut 

The telegraph once more, 

But 'twas no use for they had sent 

A message just before. 

We quickly mounted and again 

Spurred on our iron steed, 

Then through a tunnel near the place 

We rushed at lightning speed ; 

We tried to build a fire on 

The car which still remained, 

It was a task, the wood was wet 

For all the way it rained. 

At last a blaze began to rise 
And soon became more bright, 
About that time we saw a'head 
The covered bridge in sight; 
We stopped the car upon the bridge 
And soon the flames rose high, 
The smoke too floated on the air, 
In volumes toward the sky. 


But scarcely had we halted when 
We were compelled to go, 
For we beheld not far behind, 
Our still pursuing foe ; 
Reluctantly we left our car, 
Resumed again our flight, 
Our efforts failed, the burning car 
Did not the bridge ignite. 

Thus having failed to burn the bridge, 

'Twas useless now to try 

To stop pursuit, 'twas better to 

Abandon all and fly ; 

Accordingly we all jumped off, 

The engine I reversed 

And sent it back upon our foes, 

Then quickly we dispersed. 

A number of us jumped into 

A river which ran by, 

Holding our pistols o'er our heads 

To keep our powder dry ; 

We crossed the stream in safety, 

There ran with me just two, 

We soon were lost from all the rest 

Of our gallant crew. 



.LONE were we in a strange land, 
Without an earthly friend 
To shelter us or give us food; 
What was to be our end? 


But we resolved if possible, 
Northward to make our way, 
We did not have the least desire 
In that place long to stay. 

Thus for three days we wandered on, 

Hiding as best we could, 

One day we stopped at a farm house, 

And asked to buy some food ; 

Alas for us ! not far away 

Were Rebel cavalry, 

And the old farmer sent his son 

And warned them secretly. 

We ate the food which we had bought, 

Then quickly left the place, 

We climbed a hill and there we met 

Some Rebels face to face ; 

They were the Rebel cavalry, 

Our race was run at last, 

And we were doomed to be abused 

And into prison cast. 

Shortly afterward they took 

Us to a common still, 

They freely dealt the whiskey out 

And bade us take our fill ; 

They thought that if thy'd make us drunk, 

We'd tell all that we knew 

About the raid and all the men 

Of our g-allant crew. 


We were securely bound with chains, 
Then rudely dragged away 
To Chattanooga wmere we were 
The penalty to pay ; 


I will not weary you, dear friends, 
With this part of my tale, 
But will describe the horrors of 
That Chattanooga jail. 

That prison, a two-story brick, 

Was partly under ground. 

And outside was a high board fence 

Which ran completely round ; 

A room which measured thirteen feet 

In length and breadth and height, 

Was crowded full of prisoners 

Who seldom saw daylight. 

The entrance to this horrid hole, 

Was through the second floor, 

Which was kept closed both day and night, 

By means of a trap-door ; 

They led us to this opening 

And bade us then descend, 

Then shut us in and there three weeks 

We were compelled to spend. 

The air was foul, the heat intense, 

I thought I'd suffocate, 

Could they be human who would place 

A man in sudh a state? 

Alf. Wilson and Mark Wood soon came, 

How did the others fare? 

The place was dark but we soon found 

That everyone was there. 

A Rebel whom they called "Old Swims," 
Had charge of this foul den, 
He seemed to think it was too good 
For any Yankee men ; 


I learned that only twice a day, 
Would we get food to eat, 
A piece of corn bread very small, 
And a trifling" piece of meat. 

The food was put into a pail 

And from above let down, 

Thus we received it day by day, 

Oft with a sigh and frown ; 

Still not content with starving us, 

They, like a set of toughs, 

Placed heavy drains upon our necks 

And on our hands hand-cuffs. 

The Rebels many plans devised 

And many efforts made 

To find Who ran the engine through 

This most exciting raid ; 

But we determined that no one 

Would dare to tell his name, 

We. had but once to meet our death, 

No matter how it came. 

Young Parrot, one of our gang, 
They thought they would compel 
To tell them What the rest of us 
Had all refused to tell ; 
He was but eighteen years of age, 
He showed no signs of fear, 
But he refused to tell the name 
Of our engineer. 

The Rebel fiends enraged at this, 
Placed him upon a stone, 
A blacker crime than theirs I think 
Our land has never known ; 


They lashed him o'er his naked back, 
Like demons sent from hell, 
But with all that they could not force 
That noble boy to tell. 

When all the efforts of the fiends 

Had proved of no avail, 

They ceased their work and sent him back 

To Chattanooga jail ; 

In that condition he was placed, 

His back all bruised and sore, 

About the Union engineer 

They questioned him no more. 

The Rebels had determined that 

They'd hang the engineer, 

If they had known that I was he, 

I would not now be here ; 

But during our imprisonment, 

They never truly knew 

That I was he who in our raid, 

Had run the engine through. 

Some two weeks after our raid, 
Andrews was briefly tried, 
The charges were that of a spy, 
And with the' North allied; 
Andrews admitted that he was 
The leader in the raid 
Which our band of gallant men 
So daringly had made. 

About this time we heard some news 
Which filled our hearts with joy, 
Although the Rebs, who guarded us, 
It did indeed annoy ; 


We heard that Mitchell- had advanced 
And was at present near 
To Chattanooga and the Rebs 
Were all in constant fear. 

Leadbetter, who had charge of us, 

Now entertained great fear 

That he might lose his prisoners, 

If Mitchell should come near ; 

He quickly ordered that our band 

Be sent to Madison, 

So we were placed in rude box cars, 

The work was quickly done. 

Our treatment there was better far, 

Then what we had received, 

For of that foul den and old Swims, 

We were indeed relieved ; 

They said we were the bravest Yanks 

That they had ever caught, 

George Wilson told them that we were 

The poorest of the lot. 

He told them that if we were lost 

No one would make a fuss, 

That Mitchell sent us out because 

He had no use for us ; 

A man who heard these words of George, 

Said to him laughingly, 

"I cannot quite believe that tale, 

I guess that is a lie." 

One day among our visitors, 

A man dressed up in gray, 

Came and conversed with Andrews, then 

Proceeded on his way; 


When once alone we asked Andrews, 
What was the reason why 
That Rebel came and talked with him, 
He said, "That was a spy/' 

A Union spy had been with us, 
Had talked with Andrews too, 
We hoped that he'd get safely out 
And to our lines pass through; 
Whether he reached the Union lines 
All safe, we never heard, 
Of him we never heard again, 
No, not a single word. 

Three days only were we allowed, 

In that place to remain, 

Then orders came to take us back 

To our den again ; 

Back to that filthy hole again, 

The thought was horrible, 

It seemed almost like journeying 

From heaven down to hell. 

But Captain Laws, an honest man, 

Made efforts to remove 

Us not into the hole again, 

But to the room above ; 

Although the space was just the same, 

We did not now despair, 

For we were now above the ground, 

With plenty of fresh air. 

Old Swims objected to this change, 
And made a dreadful fuss, 
Although he had the guards with him, 
He was afraid of us ; 


Even though we were handcuffed, 
We often heard him say, 
That evil would be sure to come 
Upon them all some day-. 

Colonel Celiburne had once asked 

Permission to remove 

Our handcuffs, but the officers 

Would not of it approve ; 

But he allowed us to go out, 

Accompanied by a guard, 

And spend an hour or two each day 

Within the small jail yard. 

I managed at my first arrest, 

To cunningly deceive 

My pocket searchers I had slipped 

My knife into my sleeve ; 

With it we soon carved out of bone, 

A number of rude keys, 

With which we managed to unlock 

Our old handcuffs with ease. 

But we believed the Rebels soon, 

Would hang us every one, 

That to escape a dreadful doom, 

Something must soon be done ; 

We planned that when the guards would come 

As usual us to feed, 

To wrest their muskets from them, then 

Run off at rapid speed. 

We had our plans completely laid, 
Had fixed the very day, 
W'hen Captain Laws came in and took 
Twelve of our band away ; 


I happened to be one of them, 
We were to be arranged 
For trial and they said likely, 
We twelve would be exchanged. 

We left nine soldiers and Andrews 

Who was our greatest pride, 

Said he, "I'll meet you boys at last 

On Jordan's other side ; 

Then with sad hearts we left him there, 

In that dark, cruel place, 

Not one of us e'er saw again 

His brave and noble face. 

chapter x. 

HE history of those left behind, 
We now will first relate, 
How bravely, like a soldier true, 
Poor Andrews met his fate. 
At once the ten without delay, 
Resolved one thing to do, 
'Twas in the plank just overhead, 
To cut a passage through. 

Accordingly the same jack-knife, 
Which had carved out the keys, 
Was used each day to cut the hole, 
Which was not done with ease ; 
Just then an incident occurred, 
Which caused more energy 
To be put forth to make the way 
To gain their liberty. 


Captain Laws came in one day, 
His face was deadly pale, 
He 'held a paper in his hand 
Which told the dreadful tale ; 
He handed it to Andrews, who 
Glancing at it walked away 
Into his cell, his comrades stood, 
Not knowing what to say. 

The explanation Andrews gave, 

While eac'h one held his breath, 

Was, that in one short week 'he would 

Be led forth to his death ; 

The sorrow which it gave to them 

Was indescribable, 

Each bosom of those nine brave men 

With sorrow seemed to swell. 

There yet remained one gleam of hope, 

Which I will now relate, 

'Twas to break out of jail and flee 

And thus escape the fate; 

Accordingly they worked away 

Till early morning light, 

When Andrews quitely crept out 

And ran with all his might. 

Unfortunately for him when 

He jumped into the yard, 

A piece of brick fell to the ground, 

And thus alarmed the guard, 

Who started up and with the cry 

Of halt! discharged his gun, 

But Andrews quickly cleared the fence 

And started on a run. 


He ran into a wood and there 

Climbed up into a tree, 

Thus all day long he there remained 

In signt of the city ; 

A thorough search was made for him, 

But him they failed to see 

For no one in the crowd once thought 

Of searching in the tree. 

When night came on he swam across 
The river which was near, 
He traveled on until he saw 
The dawn of morn appear ; 
He saw a tree not far away 
And crossed an open field, 
Intending to climb into it 
And lie all day concealed. 

Alas for him! he was observed, 

Again compelled to flee, 

He hastened to an island near 

And climbed into a tree ; 

A party with some hounds pursued, 

And he compelled to swim, 

Was overtaken by a boat 

And thus they captured him. 

The wretched man was taken back 

To that foul prison den, 

They fettered him for fear he might 

Escape from them again ; 

A scaffold was prepared for him 

As that dark day drew nigh, 

They were afraid to hang him there 

For fear of sympathy. 


Accordingly they transferred him, 

On execution day, 

From Chattanooga southward to 

Atlanta far away ; 

His comrades were all taken too, 

They were placed in a room, 

But brave Andrews was led away 

To meet his fatal doom. 

The fortitude which he displayed, 

Amazed the Rebel horde, 

All stood in silence and no one 

Was heard to speak a word ; 

The rope was placed around his neck, 

His sorrows soon were ended, 

His body was interred near by, 

His brave soul high ascended. 

Thus ended that brave, noble man, 
Who planned that daring raid, 
Which was the most exciting one 
That man had ever made ; 
The virtues of that noble man 
Are known both near and far, 
He planned the greatest enterprise 
Of our great Civil War. 



[HE other twelve were taken to 
A place they called Knoxville, 
Where Captain Fry, a prisoner 
From a town by name Greenville, 


Was placed among our little band 
Whom they would now soon try, <\ 
And if convicted every one 
Would be compelled to die. 

We had been there not many days 

Before our trials came, 

The charge preferred against us was 

With every one the same ; 

We were accused of being spies, 

And on that charge were tried, 

But we declared we were soldiers, 

Their charges we denied. 

One of our band each day was tried, 

Thus seven days passed by, 

There yet remained just five of us 

Whom they had yet to try ; 

But something happened to prevent 

The trials of the five, 

And thus it happens that I'm here 

Today preserved alive. 

The news was brought that Mitchell had 
Advanced upon the town 
Of Chattanooga, and with shells, 
Was knocking houses down ; 
A guard came to our prison soon 
And took us all away, 
Down to Atlanta where we were 
For many weeks to stay. 


Our handcuffs there were taken off, 
We thought the worst was o'er, 
There we remained and for a week , 
Our lot with patience bore ; 


How little did we think that soon 
The* darkest of all crimes 
Would be committed by the Rebs. 
Of our modern times. 

'Twas on the eighteenth day of June, 

In eighteen sixty-two, 

We noticed that some calvarymen 

Near to the prison drew ; 

They were some Rebel cavalry, 

What would their coming mean? 

A guard around the house was placed, 

Which could be plainly seen. 

The jailor came, unlocked our door, 

We stood amazed and still, 

While those who had been tried while we 

Were stationed at Knoxville, 

Were taken outside of our room, 

The door was closed behind, 

What would be done ? that -was the thought 

Which came into my mind. 

Soon our door was opened and 
George Wilson entered first, 
His arms were firmly bound, alas! 
The fiends had done their worst, 
In a low whisper some one asked, 
"What can the matter be?" 
Said he, "We are all to be hanged, 
And that immediately. " 

Behind him came the others, tied, 
They thus were led away 
And put to death by murderers, 
On that dark summer day ; 


The man who executed them 
Was Colonel Foracre, 
Whom every loyal Southerner 
Will call a murderer. 

When on the scaffold, Wilson asked 
Permission to be heard, 
Saying- that before he died, 
He wished to say a word ; 
Then in prophetic tones he spoke 
Unto the Rebel throng, 
"I bear no grudge, but you are all 
Engaged in a great wrong. 

"Although you have condemned me and 

Will hang me as a spy, 

I am a soldier and do not 

Regret at all to die ; 

But you will all live to regret 

That you took part at all 

In this rebellion, for your cause 

Is destined sure to fall. 

"And you will see the Stars and Stripes 

Float o'er this very place 

Where you today commit a crime 

Which will your name disgrace." 

Thus Wilson spoke, while the whole throng 

In silence held their breath, 

The trap was sprung which was to hurl 

The seven men to death. 

Then followed a disgusting scene, 
Slavens, also Campbell, 
Broke their ropes and fell down to 
The ground, insensible ; 


When they recovered they asked to have 

An hour in which to pray, 

Before into eternity, 

They would be hurled away. 

They were denied this mild request, 
And soon they both were hurled 
Into the presence of their Judge, 
In that celestial world. 
Thus did those noble heroes die, 
They sleep beneath the sod, 
Their spirits let us hope have gone 
To dwell above with God. 

We five who still remained untried, 
Were filled with gloom and fear 
For we 'had little doubt but that 
Our end was drawing near ; 
Few words were spoken, we all sat 
Like men in deep despair, 
Slowly the time passed by, at last 
Some one suggested prayer. 

Accordingly we all knelt down, 

And Captain Fry prayed first, 

And while he prayed he sobbed and cried 

As if his heart would burst ; 

How earnestly we prayed to God 

Upon that lonely night, 

Beseeching Him to shed upon 

Our hearts some rays of lig^ht. 




[HE other nine of our band 
Were placed with us again, 
So that with them and Captain Fry, 
We numbered now fifteen ; 
There we remained not knowing when 
We too would meet our fate, 
But we resolved escape to make 
Before 'twould be too late. 

Some thought we still had beter wait, 
Perhaps we'd be exchanged, 
But we resolved to risk no more, 
And soon their minds were changed, 
For some one heard the jailer say, 
"Those poor Yanks in that room, 
I feel so sorry for them all, 
For soon they'll meet their doom." 

These words were soon conveyed to us, 

No longer did we doubt 

But that we'd all be hanged unless 

We'd manage to break out ; 

We planned that when the jailer came 

In with our evening meal, 

To seize him and then quietly 

Upon the guards to steal. 


As soon therefore as he came in 

Fry stepped out through the door, 

As if it were a common thing 

He oft had done before ; 

Said he, "A pleasant evening, sir!" 

The jailer looked confused, 

But Captain Fry said with a smile, 

As if he were amused, 

"We wish this evening to go out 

And take a litle walk 

And breathe the pure October air 

And have a quiet talk ; 

To stay in that close prison pen 

It will no longer do, 

Give me those keys and make no noise 

Or 'twill be worse for you." 

The old man tried to call the guard, 

But Pittenger rushed out 

And placed his hand upon his mouth 

And thus suppressed his shout; 

Then came the rush of prisoners 

Out into the jail-yard, 

I ran ahead at once and seized 

The musket of a guard. 

Seven Rebels were on guard, 

Five we at once disarmed, 

The other two ran out and soon 

The neighborhood alarmed ; 

Those in the yard now scaled the fence 

And ran with rapid strides 

While bullets from the Rebels' guns 

Fell harmless by their sides. 


Captain Fry and nine of us 

Escaped into a wood, 

We halted there, against a tree, 

Panting for breath we stood; 

We did not stand long till some one 

Said in a tone quite low, 

"Well boys it will not do to stay, 

Guess we had better go." 


The hardships which we all passed through, 

To tell I now will try, 

Although I have not much to tell 

Concerning Captain Fry ; 

I heard that after thirty days 

Had quietly passed by, 

He managed to get to Nashville, 

And there remained safely. 

We nine companions went in squads 

Which we thought would be best, 

Five went Northward, two went Southward, 

And to toward the West. 

Porter and Wollam traveled West, 

They traveled night and day 

Whene'er a wooded country chanced 

To lie right in their way. 

They often waded through large streams 

Or floated o'er on logs, 

One night while suffering from cold, 

They saw a nest of hogs ; 

They drove the hogs from their warm nest, 

It was in dead of night, 

They took possession of the nest 

And slept till morning light. 


They traveled many days without 

E'er having tasted food, 

Some nuts they found upon the trees 

Which tasted very good ; 

For one whole week they had no bread 

And were obliged to fast, 

But being almost starved they reached 

The Union lines at last. 

Dorsey and Hawkins, the next pair, 

Fared better than the rest, 

I will let Dorsey tell his tale, 

For he can do it best ; 

Although we do not here pretend 

To tell just everything, 

Yet in the story Dorsey wrote, 

He tells the following : 



,E journeyed from trie woods into 
An open field and lay 
All 'huddled in a group until 
About the break of day ; 
All night we heard the baying of 
Some hounds not far away, 
So we concluded not to move 
Until the dawn of day. 

For many days we traveled on, 
We made a rapid flight, 
We hid by day and traveled in 
The cover of the night ; 


We reached a river finally, 
We met some negroes there 
Who ferried us across the stream 
And never asked for fare. 

One of their number went and 'brought 

A lot of splendid food, 

To us you may indeed be sure 

It tasted very good ; 

With thankful hearts we left our friends 

Again pursued our way, 

We traveled that entire night 

Until the break of day. 

We found a barn with well filled mows, 

We entered it and lay 

Upon the fodder in the mow, 

And there we slept all day ; 

As onr bed was comfortable, 

We did not go away 

That night, but thought we would remain 

At least another day. 

A negro boy, hunting for eggs, 

Came to us where we lay, 

He ran away and we ran too, 

Not caring now to stay; 

We reached the River Hiawassee, 

We found a rude old boat, 

In this rude craft during the night 

We many miles did float. 

When daylight came we hid our boat 
And cautiously we crept 
Upon a bed of leaves, by turns, 
Till afternoon we slept. 


At sundown we went to a house 
And asked them for some food, 
They gave to us a good square meal, 
Which tasted very good. 

That night we reached the river's mouth, 

We reached the Tennessee, 

We had to leave the river then, 

'Twas for our safety ; 

We heard that Bragg"s army was near, 

We changed our course of flight, 

W r e fled into the mountain range 

And traveled all that night. 

We climbed a mountain high and steep 
And sat beneath a tree, 
But presently we saw below, 
A band of cavalry ; 
We watched their bagge train go by, 
And shuddered oft with fear, 
Because the Rebels were so close, 
We hoped they'd disappear. 

When night came on we moved again, 

But very cautiously, 

And when the dawn of day appeared 

No Rebels could we see; 

W'e laid ourselves down on some leaves, 

While one of us would sleep, 

The other dared not close his eyes, 

But careful watch would keep. 

We traveeld on for two days more, 
Upon the second day, 
About sundown we heard a noise 
Not very far away; 


We saw some men not far away 
Engaged in chopping wood, 
We went down from the mountain height 
And asked them for some food. 

At first they all refused and 'said, 

That they were Union men, 

They soon found out that we were too, 

They entertained us then ; 

This proved to be a station on 

The Underground Railway, 

A skillful man known as Red Fox, 

Conducted us away. 

He took us to the next station, 

And thus we were forwarded, 

We hoped those friends who helped us so, 

Would some day be rewarded ; 

In safety at last we reached 

Somerset, Kentucky, 

Just thirty-two days after we 

Had gained our liberty. 

The most romantic adventures 

Of all, were met by two, 

Alfred Wilson with poor Mark Wood 

Went southward and passed through 

Untold hardships because they feared 

The negroes would betray, 

And would not trust to them for food, 

Or guides upon the way. 

Their object was to reach the Gulf 
And join the squadron there, 
And many times starvation seemed 
Them in the face to stare ; 


Wilson shall the story tell, 
About himself and Wood, 
Which will, I think by every one, 
Be better understood. 



.HILE Mark and I were on the fence, 
A bullet struck near by, 
So close to me the splinters cut 
The flesh upon my thigh ; 
I dropped upon the ground outside 
And yelled to Mark, "Frn hit !" 
"Get up and run," said he, "and keep 
No more account of it." 

In an instant I was on my feet 
We ran with all our might, 
I placed my hand upon my thigh 
And found to my delight 
That I had only a slight wound 
And splinters made that wound 
So off we ran while bullets struck 
Quite near us on the ground. 

We ran about a mile before 

We reached shelter at all, 

And then the trees were scattered so 

The shelter was but small ; 

Like hunted stags eluding hounds, 
With stealth we dodged about, 
Debating Which for safety, 
Would be the better route. 

We very soon approached a road, 

But soon we heard the sound 

Of galloping horsemen and we threw 

Ourselves upon the ground ; 

They were so near us that we both 

Could very plainly see 

Their movements all, we saw that they 

Were Rebel cavalry. 

It was not long until there came 
Some squads of infantry, 
The infantry at once relieved 
The Rebel cavalry ; 
The infantry were stationed near 
The place where we both lay, 
We found that if we would escape 
We could not long delay. 

We crept across the road into 
An open field near by, 
Then started on a rapid run, 
We almost seemed to fly ; 
We entered a thick piece of woods 
And lay down there to rest, 
Then we began to calculate 
Which route would be the best. 

We soon concluded to go South 
And join the blocking fleet, 
As we would not upon that route, 
So many Rebels meet ; 


For none of them would likely think 
Of Yankees going South 
To join the squadron anchored near 
The Chattahoochee's mouth. 

Accordingly we both set out 

As fast as we could travel, 

We spoke no words as we walked on 

As noiselessly as possible ; 

We were so lame we scarce could walk, 

And Mark was very sick, 

We traveled leaning each upon 

A good, stout walking stick. 

Thus we traveled on that nigiit, 

Both ragged and forlorn, 

Our journey that night took us through 

A field of standing corn ; 

We plucked some ears of corn and chewed 

It as we walked along, 

We did not stop at all to ask 

To w'hom it mighi belong. 

When morning came we hid ourselves 
And lay down sore distressed, 
We were so near exhausted that 
We thought we'd better rest ; 
When we awoke "twas afternoon, 
We found our feet so sore, 
It seemed almost impossible 
To travel any more. 

However we both hobbled on, 
Doing the best w'e could, 
The corn which we had brought along 
Alone served us for food ; 


When morning came, alas ; poor Mark 
Could scarcely walk at all, 
So dropping on his hands and knees 
He undertook to crawl. 

Some distance thus he crawled along, 

Then looking back at me, 

His look I never shall forget, 

He said desparingly, 

"Alf, such a life is hut a curse, 

I'm sure I'd rather be 

Dead and lying in my grave, 

Than in such misery !" 

I urged him not to give up yet, 
Saying the worst was o'er, 
That we would soon the river reach, 
Where Ave could .use the oar ; 
Encouraged thus we struggled on 
And soon had cause to thank 
Our God, for soon we stood upon 
The Chattahoochee's bank. 

Soon we discovered a small skiff 

Chained tightly to a tree, 

With a large stone we broke the lock 

And soon the skiff was free ; 

We soon were gliding smoothly down 

The Chattahoochee stream, 

The trials which we had passed through 

Seemed now to us a dream. 

When morning came we ran our boat 
Into a small bayou 
And crept into a thicket near, 
Entirely hid from view ; 


There we lay clown upon some leaves, 
Like sheep lie in their nest, 
But the mosquitoes were so bad, 
We trained but little rest. 


Four days and nights we traveled on, 

Having no bread to eat, 

So many times in dreams I saw 

A table spread so neat, 

Covered o'er with rich dainties, 

Biscuit, bread and cheese, 

In fact just everything one needs 

His hunger to appease. 

We saw a house upon the bank, 
The prospects now seemed good, 
So we determined to go in 
And ask them for some food ; 
They kindly furnished us a meal, 
And 'twas a splendid one, 
And not a single scrap was left 
When "Mark and I had done. 

Then thanking our generous friends 

W r e started on our way, 

For we were anxious to move on 

Without a long delay; 

The river now grew very rough, 

It now to us was plain- 

That we must leave our boat and walk 

Upon the land again. 

We left our boat among the rocks 
And traveled on once more 
Until at last we saw a town 
And knew the worst was o'er ; 


Columbus was the town we saw, 
If we could pass it by, 
We then could use the stream again 
And sail in safety. 

As we approached the town we heard 

A constant clattering sound, 

Which did not cease during the night, 

We thought we'd look around ; 

We soon perceived a gang of men 

Working with all their might, 

When morning came they did not cease, 

They worked both day and night. 

A large gunboat was being built 

To send down to the Bay, 

It was intended for to drive 

Our blocking fleet away ; 

This boat we afterwards soon learned, 

Upon its first trip South, 

Blew up before it reached our fleet, 

When near Flint River's mouth. 

We looked around until we found 

A cracked old leaky boat, 

We entered it and safe once more, 

We down the stream did float ; 

We soon espied three splendid boats 

Tied up upon the shore, 

We soon decided that we'd sail 

Our leaky boat no more. 

We had just loosened the three boats, 
When down upon us came 
Three men with a large pack of dogs, 
With language rough, profane ; 


"We did not stop to bandy words," 
But shoved the boats into 
The water, so that they could not 
Immediately pursue. 

Then jumping into one we rowed 

Directly up the stream, 

As if we'd gone back to the town, 

It did to them so seem ; 

We made a circuit round about, 

Then sailed down stream again, 

We soon were out of hearing of 

The curses of those men. 

With open river and good boat, 

We thought our chances good 

For making our escape although 

Our stomachs yearned for food ; 

We found some pumpkins in a field 

And feasted on the seeds, 

Although 'twas poor in helped somewhat 

To satisfy our needs. 

Day after day we traveled on, 

Having but little food, 

One day we stopped and took a nap 

Upon a pile of wood ; 

When we awoke somewhat refreshed, 

We saw a comic sight, 

A hundred alligators lay 

About us left and right. 

We were so hungry that we could 
Endure the pangs no more, 
We saw a house and left our boat 
Carelessly on the shore ; 


They gave us food, we started back 
To take our boat again ; 
Alas, it had been stolen by 
Some cruel, sinful men. 

We perched ourselves upon a mound 

And there remained that night, 

It rained all night, we were indeed 

Then in a sorry plight ; 

We lay there that entire night 

Ai>d part of the next aay, 

When to our joy we found a boat 

And quickly rowed away. 

During the night we caught some fish 

Which we devoured raw, 

A sadder sight than poor Mark Wood, 

I'm sure I never saw ; 

His eyes were sunken in his head, 

They had a fearful glare, 

I never shall forget the sight 

Poor Mark presented there. 

The river now we plainly saw 

Grew wider every day, 

We soon concluded that we were 

Already in the Bay ; 

We saw a cabin on the shore, 

I stopped to get a light 

For my old pipe, when I came back 

I found Mark looking bright. 

He'd found some sweet potatoes in 
A negro's small canoe, 
We now had nearly food enough 
To last our journey through ; 


Soon afterwards I thought I saw 
Some dead trees far away, 
And thought no doubt they stood upon 
An island in the Bay. 

We saw a sand-bar in the way, 
While we were passing through, 
Mark seized a muddy-looking lump 
Which he soon cut in two ; 
I saw him put it to his mouth, 
Said I, "You starving Yank, 
What is that muddy lump you've picked 
From oft" that muddy hank?" 

"Taste this," said he, "and you will find 

We're in an oyster bed !" 

I tasted it and found it so, 

'Twas true what he had said ; 

I now discovered something else, 

What I thought to be trees 

Were masts of ships, we saw our flag 

There floating in the breeze. 

We dropped our paddles in the boat, 
Stood up and screamed and cried, 
Mark wanted to jump overboard 
And swim against the tide ; 
But I dissuaded him and we 
Rowed on with all our might, 
The hulls and smokestacks of the ships 
Were now plainly in sight. 

We rowed toward the largest ship, 
We heard a loud command, 
"Come to, there, sir!" and presently 
There came a loud demand, 


"Who are you, and how came you here?'' 
We answered, "We are men 
Escaped from prison and we want 
To get back home again !" 

We were received into the ship 
And well supplied with food, 
And deeply was the captain moved 
While gazing on poor Wood ; 
He was indeed a sorry sight, 
Nothing but skin and bone, 
For many nights when fast asleep 
He'd often start and moan. 

We soon returned to home and friends, 

With joy we were received, 

We both had long been mourned as dead, 

Of care they were relieved ; 

Thus ended our romantic flight 

From that foul Rebel den, 

What we endured cannot be told 

By either tongue or pen. 



JNOW proceed to tell my tale, 

X What trials I passed through ; 

At first we had three in our crowd 

Which soon reduced to two; 

Brown, Mason and myself were thrown 

Together in the flight, 

But Mason very sick became 

W'hile in the woods that night. 


He soon became so very weak 

He scarce could move a limb, 

We let him lean upon our arms 

And thus we carried him ; 

But every day he grew much worse, 

We knew not what to do, 

He bade us leave him there alone 

And beat our own way through. 

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We took him to a house near by, 

We were kindly received, 

They set some food before us which 

We ate and felt relieved ; 

We told them that we had escaped 

From the Atlanta jail 

And now were trying to get North, 

They said we'd surely fail. 

Just as we finished our good meal, 

Right in through the front door 

Came three stout men armed with shotguns, 

To capture us once more ; 

But we determined that 'twould take 

More force than those three men 

To manage us and take us back 

To that foul den again. 

They thus spoke up, "Surrender now, 

We here demand of you," 

But Brown, who feared no man, replied, 

"We won't ; now see if we do." 

At the same time we made a dash 

And through the back door sped, 

We ran toward a piece of woods 

A s'hort distance ahead. 


We kept the fence between us and 

The Rebels who rushed out 

Through the front door and leaped upon 

Their horses with a shout ; 

The owner of the house ran out, 

A pack of hounds let loose, 

Before we could the woodland reach 

The hounds came up with us. 

We saw a place where loose stones lay 

And took a stand for fight, 

Determined that we'd kill the dogs, 

Or put them all to flight ; 

We picked up stones, I judge each one, 

About a pound would weigh, 

We threw them at the pack of hounds 

And drove them all away. 

But our pursuers now were near, 

We started on a run, 

As we had naught but stones for figfat, 

While they each had a gun ; 

We got into some brushwood soon, 

But that would not avail, 

Although the hounds dared not come near, 

They still followed our trail. 

We soon discovered a small creek 
And wade'd into it, 
By doing so we managed to 
The dogs and men outwit ; 
Soon 'the expanse of timber hid 
The Rebels from our view, - 
How long they kept pursuing us, 
I'm sure we never knew. 


We traveled on until we were 

Full eighteen miles away, 

We reached a place called Stone Mountain, 

Then traveled none by day ; 

But every night we traveled on, 

The North Star was our guide, 

And many times we were compelled 

In some safe place to hide. 

One time wc traveled for six days 

With scarcely any food, 

We were so hungry that we chewed 

At times small bits of wood ; 

The seventh day we caught a goose 

Which we devoured raw, 

We had hard work to pick it though, 

The like I never saw. 

If any one e'er tried to pull 

The feathers from a goose, 

You know what trouble you have had 

To get the feathers loose ; 

Unless you scald the goose 'tis hard 

To pull the feathers out, 

Of course we had no means to scald 

And had to pull without. 

Before night came we saw near by 

A drove of pigs half grown, 

We thought 'twould be a prize indeed 

If we could capture one ; 

However, we determined that 

To get one we would try, 

I took a club and stood behind 

A tree which stood near by. 


Then with small bits of apple, Brown 
Coaxed one of them near me, 
I grasped my club with a firm hand 
And leaned against the tree ; 
When he came near I darted forth 

. with one fearful blow 
With my stout club upon his head, 
I laid the piggie low. 

We found some fire in a field, 
We sat upon a log 
And built a fire there and had 
A feast on roasted hog ; 

carried with us what remained, 
And journeyed on our way, 
And for a long lime hunger's pangs 
It sufficed to allay. 

We crossed the Chattahoochee soon 
And traveled on all day, 
We climbed the mountain and footsore 
Kept traveling on our way ; 
While one would sleep the other kept 
A close watch by his side 
Or as some say we always slept 
:h one eye open wide. 

Although .we knew it not we were, 

From friends not far away, 

By accident we came upon 

Some friends that very day ; 

While crossing an old clearing near, 

We came upon a house, 

We both approached it cautiously, 

And quiet as a mouse. 


We saw two men upon the porch, 

We knew no two men could 

Arrest us if we first obtained 

A good square meal of food ; 

We boldly asked them if they'd give 

Something to us to eat, 

The mistress soon prepared for us 

A rich, delightful treat. 

While we were eating she remarked, 
"I wish the Yankees would 
Come to our State, I really think 
Their coffee tastes so good !" 
We told her that we thought so too, 
She eyed us closely then 
And said, "I really do believe 
That you are Yankee men !" 

We soon found out that they were friends, 

And told them we were Yanks 

And had been members at one time 

Of Captain Mitchell's ranks. 

They entertained us royally, 

We stayed there until night, 

We took a rest, then by their help 

Continued our flight. 

This proved to be a branch upon 

The Underground Railway, 

Th-at part they called the Southern branch, 

We did not long delay 

But traveled now more rapidly, 

The worst part now was past, 

In old Kentucky we arrived, 

In Somerset at last. 


One month and nine days were consumed 

By us upon the way, 

"Twas in October we broke out, 

Upon the sixteenth day ; 

'Twas on November twenty-fifth, 

We came to Somerset, 

Two happier men than Brown I, 

We never since have met. 

Reluctantly we now return 

To the Atlanta pen, 

Where six recaptured of our gang 

Were taken back again. 

William Pittenger shall tell 

The story for he knows 

Just how they fared until exchanged, 

'Tis thus his story goes. 



OOR Mason who had fallen sick 
Was placed with us again, 
In that pen we were not allowed 
Much longer to remain ; 
They thought the jail no longer safe, 
They ordered us away 
Into the city barracks near, 
Without a long delay. 


The weeks rolled by, there we remained 

Until December came, 

Eadh day in prison all that time 

Was spent about the same ; 

At last some joyful news arrived, 

It was a joyful day, 

We were to be sent northward and 

Exchanged without delay. 

They put us into old box cars 

And thus we journeyed o'er 

That fatal road o'er which he ran 

About eight months before ; 

When we at length came to Lynchburg, 

We lay by for a day, 

We missed connection on the road, 

Which caused the long delay. 

While there a drunken Rebel said, 

"If we would grant no more 

Such quarter to the Yanks you'd find 

The war would soon be o'er." 

"No doubt," said I, "if such had been 

The rule you'd find it so, 

For we would surely 'have wiped out 

All Rebels long ago."' 

Thence we were taken to Richmond 

And thought we'd be relieved 

Of further prison life, alas, 

We were greatly deceived ! 

We soon were inarching along the streets, 

How far I could not tell, 

Before a large brick 'house we stopped, 

The famous Libby hell. 


We were soon placed in that foul hole, 

But our stay was short, 

To Castle Thunder we were led, 

A terrible resort. 

Christmas came, still we remained, 

No word of our exchange 

Had yet reached us, we wondered when 

They would for it arrange. 

The month of February came, 

They called out our band 

And read our names, they said that list 

Had come from Yankee land ; 

This gave us much encouragement, 

At last they had arranged 

That we six men would be among 

The next to be exchanged. 

That joyful day it came at last, 
It was a joyful day 
When by exchange they took us from 
That filthy den away ; 
'Twas on the seventeenth of March, 
In eighteen sixty-three, 
When we the last of our gang- 
Were set at liberty. 

We soon arrived at City Point 

And there we were exchanged, 

When we beheld the Stars and Stripes, 

We cheered like men deranged. 

We went on board a vessel, then 

Set sail for Washington, 

And were most cordially received 

By Secretary Stanton. 


Union Engineer of "Andrews' Raid." — Thirty-six years 

later, 1898. 


He then brought out six medals which 

Ke said we six had won, 

Young Parrot, as he well deserved, 

Was given the first one ; 

He gave one hundred dollars to 

Each one of us also, 

And also transportation to 

Our homes in Ohio. 



t HUS Mr. Knight his lecture gave 
Of that small band so bold, 
But of their sufferings, "The half 
Has never yet been told." 
The War is over and once more 
The Blue and Gray unite 
In sounding praises of those boys 
Who died for what was right. 

In Chattanooga you may see, 
In a graveyard that's nigh, 
A semi-circle where those eight 
Who lost their lives now lie ; 
The gallows is no shame to them, 
Our nation speaks their praise, 
And eulogies of them are sung 
On our memorial days. 

A monument of granite stands 

Near where the heroes lie, 

Reared by the Buckeye State for those 

Who did not fear to die ; 


A locomotive made of bronze, 
An emblem of the chase, 
Upon the base of granite stands, 
In a conspicuous place. 

Nine of this brave and gallant band 

Are living yet today, 

Five of the fourteen who escaped 

Have since been called away ; 

We hope that they now dwell with Him 

Who said that wars shall cease, 

No more to suffer grief and pain, 

But dwell in joy and peace. 

You scoffers wlio in ignorance 

Hoot at the G. A. R., 

Take up your books and read at once 

The history of the War ; 

And if you are not bigoted, 

You will be heard to say, 

That those dear brave old Boys in Blue, 

We never can repay. 

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